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By GEORtiE BOWLES
I met my friend, Randolph Wakefield Westover IV, as he was bounding across Capitol Square the other day. His arms were loaded with brightly wrapped packages and he fairly exuded Christmas cheer.
The regular readers of this column will no doubt recall that this gentleman is a pillar of the state’s famed independent conservative coalition, which is sometimes snidely referred to by its critics as an aggregation of “Main Street money boys.” He is a retired banker and a member of the board of a number of prestigeous corporations and utilities.
He is, needless to say, a devoted disciple of President Reagan.
Usually a somewhat morose old codger, he greeted me with unaccustomed good spirits.
“Ho! ho! ho! my boy,” he sang out, “and are you ready for this fine Christmas season?”
“As much so as usual, Randolph,” I replied. “My, it’s certainly nice to be greeted by you with such unaccustomed good spirits. Did you have lunch at The Club?”
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