In this month’s Boston, I have a short piece about Bill O’Reilly potentially helping a local college newspaper—which meant, amusingly enough, that I got to talk to Bill on the phone for about 10 minutes. I still have the audio, but pledge never to listen to it again: Against his booming voice, I sound about as meek and stammering as I ever have. He was perfectly pleasant on the phone, but I was struck by how commanding he can be even when he’s not trying. I just blogged about it at work.