A few years ago, I went to a writer’s conference, and one of the workshops I attended was with William Finnegan, a writer for the New Yorker who won a Pulitzer Prize for his memoir, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life. Finnegan was an engaging and thoughtful fellow, so it was an enjoyable afternoon, but one story in particular that he told has always stuck w…
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