Decades ago at a party in Washington, I ran into a pal, Dan Morgan, who was then a top editor at Outlook, The Washington Post’s Sunday opinion section. I was obviously tanned, rested and ready, to coin a Nixon-era phrase, having just gotten back from a few weeks in Jamaica.
He casually asked about my trip, like anyone would at a party. Except that Morg…
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