The outtake file

It’s Sunday afternoon and I sat down here at 3:30 to write my post—I’m the Monday Wrangler in case I haven’t reminded you of that often enough. I wrote about 220 words, made a cup of tea, and trashed all 220 of them, so now it’s 5:25 and I’m still sitting here. These four lines are what I’ve written.          The 220 words were, regardless of my best efforts to make them less so, political. They would have alienated some readers and made some other...