I first met Zach Huff when he was 15, at Nellie’s, a gay sports bar in D.C.
I had organized some libertarians to join me in sort of crashing or joining a Log Cabin Republican happy hour.
Eileen, a libertarian woman I knew, then in D.C. to finish a master’s degree in public policy, was sitting with me at a tall bar table having burgers, fries and beer. We were probably wearing some Ron Paul buttons, hoping to proselytize the Log Cabin peeps for Dr. Paul.
Then this young guy showed up, Zach Huff, about 5’7″ maybe. He was an intern in the Ron Paul/Campaign for Liberty office in northern Virginia. A woman managing the office, Allison Gibbs (now semi-retired from politics) had sent Zach to represent (maybe not realizing it was a bar more than a restaurant).
Young Zach told us he was a sophomore and all about his working for the Paul campaign and his life back home in the Pacific northwest. We kept offering to buy him a beer, since he was not 21, and we were having beer. He declined. (When I was a college sophomore you could buy beer at 18, so, libertarian that I am, I don’t consider college sophomores to be underage drinkers.) Toward the end of the evening we asked Zach what his major was, and I was horrified to learn that he was a high school sophomore and I had been offering to buy a 15 year old kid beer at a gay happy hour.
I’m glad he didn’t accept our offer.
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