I was having a Friday afternoon beer with a businessman friend, a Vietnam War veteran approaching retirement. We were talking politics, and he suddenly told me: “Donald Trump would be a great president.” I almost spit up my drink as he explained himself. “Damn Reagan and his big tent, drawing in all of the evangelicals. They’ve hijacked the party.”

Last month, I got a peak at Trump’s 757 during a highly publicized trip to Iowa. It was as strange as you’d expect