I have a really high bar for being angry. Like, it doesn't even happen every year.

I can't imagine what someone would write that would infuriate me. Maybe if my loved one had died of some disease and someone was insensitive, that would piss me off.

I'm not that clued into what people are that touchy about and how many of them there are and how niche these niches are.

I can't imagine deer hunting. I used to think I couldn't imagine deer hunting because killing a deer seemed so awful. But now I think about just sitting in a tree and doing nothing all day and probably not even seeing a deer. Not moving and sitting in a tree? That seems rough.

I love sushi, but I'm not going to write a column about it.

I try to see what that person is thinking or feeling about that particular day. I just get more of a sense of what that person's like and hopefully it's more interesting than a normal conversation.

I've definitely written people e-mails telling them I've loved their stories, but that seems more like a professional journalist thing to do.