As a young editor, I was very pleased with myself to hook the high-profile Alan Dershowitz to write a piece for our relatively unknown journal.

Joanne and I went to see the Harvard law professor talk up and sign his book Chutzpah at the Boston Museum of Science. His talk about herring on his breath in Ivy League crowds was somehow endearing. He seemed to respect justice in a particularly articulate way. He was a civil liberties icon, regarded in many circles as a liberal.

The subject of the piece in our journal was “political correctness” … at that time, a reasonable matter for exploration.

I added him proudly to our gimmicky “Read between our bylines” house ad.

This was all before Dershowitz became a crazy man, defending offenders like O.J. Simpson, Jeffrey Epstein and Donald Trump. Showing up on Fox and so on.

Of course, you can’t issue a correction for that.