They say you never forget your first time. Mine was so painfully embarrassing that it’s difficult to write about. In the interest of transparency, I need to explain that this column is about my first professional interview. Ten years ago, I owned a gray 88 Buick LeSabre and it was perfect for tooling around Iowa City. It guzzled gasoline on the highways but felt like some sort of ancient sea vessel. Both the air conditioner and heater didn’t work but...
