This is not a column
I knew going in that my initial draft for this column was going to be a tough sell. I had already hoed this row more than once in the last year and had rewritten the thing four or five times after my wife read through a draft and commented that I “went a little hard in the paint.” So, I took some time softening it where it was too strident and taking a weed whacker to the overwrought word count. Believe it or not, I wasn’t even a little upset when I got the word it wouldn’t be running, and I needed to take another stab at a blank page. Not even an ounce of me was indignant if ...