Famous people are only friends with other famous people. Dick Cavett, for decades a cacophony of name-dropping, remembers William F. Buckley. New Yorker writer Roger Angell offers a corrective:
"I loved those sailing pieces of WFB’s but was stunned at the end of a couple of them when it turned out that as soon as he’d finished his trip—once to Australia or New Guinea, as I recall—he simply debarked and took the next plane home, leaving the paid hands to bring the boat back, making the very long voyage home by themselves. He also had the only cruising vessel I knew about with a piano aboard, plus major wines. But I took my hat off to William Shawn (again) for running the first of these, since the sport and the author ran counter to everything he (Shawn) understood and cared about."
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