The indefatigable Dr. Clyde Wilson
I was in my late 20s when I first met Dr. Clyde Wilson at a Rockford Institute event. If you’ve ever had the privilege of meeting Dr. Wilson and listening to that singular gravelly voice, you’ve known learning and gentility bound together with a ready smile, no matter how curmudgeonly he might be in other fora. I remember sitting on a porch with him on Johns Island, South Carolina, at my first Abbeville Institute event (I would go on to attend four more). I had a question related to what I then referred to as the “Battle of Antietam” (my yankee-addled...
