Every now and then, I’ll find a story that screams out for attention, but I just can’t quite find a good hook for it. Sometimes I set it aside, sometimes I forget about it.
And sometimes I realize that while I’m stuck on it, someone else might be better qualified to write about the story, and I’ll mail it off to them.
I did that this morning, and Meryl Yourish didn’t just knock it out of the park. She sent it over the wall, ran the bases, then scampered outside and hit it back in over the opposite wall.
I got nothing to add. Go and read what I wanted to write, but couldn’t.