Growing up, I don’t remember anything I learned in school that I hadn’t already learned—or could have easily learned—from my parents. My mother taught me to read before kindergarten, and I never had to study Strunk and White because she was always correcting my grammar. With my three brothers, we had lively and substantive dinner-table conversations. Whenever I was with either parent, there were always discussions about every academic subject one could imagine, with ethics being one of Dad’s favorite topics. I grew up in a section of Virginia known as the Cradle of Democracy. Three of the first five U.S. presidents, along with a whole host of other patriots, were born and lived within a few miles of my house.
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