I spent yesterday going through a giant stack of unanswered story submissions stretching back to a date I will not make public. Sometimes my job feels less like an “editor,” and more like a professional reader of email. There are just so many people in the world, and it turns out a good percentage have my work address. Recently, I wrote a story about an email that came to me out of the blue from someone who would eventually become quite famous, at least among the media elite eggheads who fill my periphery. Here is that essay.