For a time, I was one of those reporters who gaggled around a senior official (Clinton’s USDA secretary) like electrons swirling around the nucleus of one of Rutherford’s atoms. When you’re busy following someone “important” around, you have lots of time on your hands. Thankfully, as a wire service reporter with a beat bigger than the agriculture secretary, I actually had other things to do most of the time. But waiting could be maddening sometimes. The few times I had to go to the White House for anything, I pitied the White House press corps. Their digs are a dump, … Continue reading Journalistic Nose Rings