I’m not sure how I got on Emily’s elist. Perhaps it was a joke. (How droll.) Or just a monumental wrong number. But I’m not complaining. It has provided me with some light moments over the months, like this Elizabeth Warren laugher.
My sources at Metropolitan Books, where Mz Warren’s campaign screed was published, tell me that before the feisty “Fighting Chance” was settled on, the other leading candidate for her book title was, “Walk a Mile in My Moccasins.”