Better to be lucky than good
About 30 years ago, when I was working in Tucson, I was in the newsroom on a Saturday.
And I called the Washington, D.C. office of U.S. Rep. Morris Udall of Arizona. I was trying to contact a staffer to get a comment for some news story. I'm sure I thought the world would come to an end if I couldn't reach him.
Anyway, the guy who answered the phone back East said the fellow I was trying to reach was not there. I don't remember every detail of the conversation, but I think I made a big deal about how I needed to track him down. We went back and forth for a bit. Things were not moving forward. And, finally, the man to whom I was speaking said: "Well, this is Mo Udall. Can I help you?"
Uh, yes.