READERS of this space often write me asking where I get my ideas and how I put a column together. It’s a hard question to answer in a letter but I can tell you the genesis of this column here and now.
It was a morning in mid-January and I was enjoying my definition of heaven: coffee, cigarettes, and the Washington Times. The intense silence imposed by heavy snow made me feel even more alone than usual, and it was good. Peaceful and magnanimous was yours truly, sipping and inhaling and turning pages—until I came to the story about the female Episcopal bishop who consecrated a slice of Wonder Bread.
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