Years ago, I read a story I loved about the journalist and columnist Russell Baker and his childhood shyness. He’d once tried to sell magazine subscriptions going door-to-door.
Over and over, he barely got through his halting, apologetic spiel (“Well, I don’t suppose you’d like to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post, would you?”), before a door slammed in his face and he trudged on to the next house.
I could identify. Some of the worst memories of my life involve my feeble attempts to sell Girl Scout cookies door-to-door. You’re either born a salesperson or you’re not. I was not.
All of which brings me to my uneasy request to ask you to go to http://2012.bloggi.es/ and nominate my blog for best writing, most humorous, and/or best-kept secret. Many, many thanks — but no Thin Mints this time around.