So I step into an elevator in Washington, D.C., and punch the button for the 13th floor, the National Press Club.
“What’s going on at the Press Club today,” a guy in a suit asks me.
“A bunch of newspapers are getting together to try to figure out the future of the newspaper industry. We’ll talk all day. Next year, we’ll be back to have the same conversation,” I answer snidely.
“I have the answer,” the guy in the suit replies.
I lean forward. This has to be good.
“One word: Sudoku.”
I laugh, get off the elevator and head for my meeting. But I accidentally drift into a seminar on “Depression in America.”
Hmmm.