A few days ago, Kruse and Sullivan and I were sitting around drinking Blue Moons and talking about the stories we'd written that readers loved the most. The conversation reminded me of a story with the opposite distinction: among thousands I've written in my career, it's by far the most universally hated.
About a dozen readers e-mailed and called me about the story. No one had anything remotely nice to say.
It happened about two years ago, when I was writing for the Florida Times-Union. I was assigned to cover a space shuttle landing at Cape Canaveral. Problem is, the shuttle never landed. A lot of people might have chosen to bag the whole thing, but I decided to sit down at my laptop…
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