Imet Robert Redford on a snowy February evening in 1981 at the tiny Pullman-Moscow Regional Airport on the Washington-Idaho border. He stepped off a private jet not as a movie star, but as someone intent on building something larger than himself: the Institute for Resource Management. Until that moment, I didn’t even know whose hand I would be shaking. I drove him in my Volkswagen Rabbit to a Holiday Inn.

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