For those interested in learning more about the now infamous non-event on a Whitefish chairlift, here's my reminiscence.
In January of 2013, the fates seated me next to a heavyset, bearded man on a chairlift. I started up small talk . . .
— Where are you from?— Washington, DC.
I never would have imagined that this conversation, which began so innocuously, would transform into a fixation of an erstwhile neoconservative operative, capture the imagination of many in the national media, launch a local witch hunt, and damage the reputation of a place I call home—Whitefish, Montana.
So what happened?
The answer is nothing . . . and everything.
Read more here.
I truly hope this is the last time I have to write about this incident and this profoundly unpleasant individual.