I ask Harding whether his company has much to do with the local community.
"I respect that they asked hard questions," the diplomat wrote, "and they deserve answers".
Many others, including China and Japan, asked hard questions.
It was only after the 10th Skype interview that I started noticing little things: the way the connection mysteriously dropped the minute I started asking hard questions; the way it would became completely stable again five minutes later, followed by a perfect answer from the candidate.
As a journalism educator, I know that asking hard questions of government authorities is the right thing to do.
Recently, when I asked for hard salami, the counterman went to the refrigerator and returned with a waxy, blackish sausage with a murky and salty flavor.
Recently, when I asked for hard salami, the counterman went to the refrigerator and returned with a waxy, blackish sausage with a murky and salty flavor**.** After finding the same unpleasant aged salami at Pastrami Queen, an otherwise excellent delicatessen on the Upper East Side, I asked Barry Friedman, the owner, why good hard salami was difficult to find.
I asked how hard would it be to extend the terms of the settlement to other book digitizers so that everyone would benefit equally.
"Like what?" I asked, trying hard to pretend I wasn't aware of her insulting implication.
Perhaps because I once loved jazz so much, I'm compelled to ask hard questions about it in attempt to figure out why I don't love it anymore.
