Sometimes journalism means spending weeks traveling to dangerous locations and badgering violent interview subjects. And sometimes it means coming up with a flimsy excuse to get your editors to send you to the Sundance Film Festival. As lots of people in my office were doing the former, I did the latter. You've got to zig when they zag.
The first person I saw in the Sundance greeting center was a guy talking on his cell phone, saying, "Yeah, I'm an agent too." Eager to fit in, I bought a cell phone, sunglasses and a tasteful pink pashmina scarf. I had heard...
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