So this morning I’m having breakfast at the hotel and a guy comes over to my table to greet me and shake my hand. At first I assume this is someone connected with the conference whose face I’ve forgotten. But no, he’s a complete stranger; he turns out to be a fire chief from Wetumpka, and he insists that I’m a celebrity that he’s seen interviewed on tv. The only thing I could think of was that he’d seen some Mises Institute webcast, but that didn’t ring a bell with him. Maybe he’s a skrull!
In other news: it turns out you shouldn’t hit your kids. Well, duh; we should hardly need a scientific consequentialist argument to tell us that.