I’ll be hurling some brickbats at our wise overlords at an Economics Club luncheon at the Fort Henry Club in Wheeling, West Virginia, on Thursday. The closest airport, I might note in passing, is Pittsburgh, and it was on my last trip to West Virginia via Pittsburgh that I was finally able to have a Primanti Bros sandwich — the fries and the cole slaw are right in the sandwich! — after seeing it on TV (and telling my wife that my new goal was to eat that sandwich someday).

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