Dan Rodricks: Attacking the fentanyl crisis — have to do it all, haven’t done enough

I once gave a drug dealer some career advice: Sell cars, not cocaine. The guy seemed open to that idea. He had come to me in the summer of 2005, after reading one of several columns in which we offered advice for “getting out of the game.” He was about 30 years old, dressed in a white shirt, black slacks and two-tone shoes. I found him congenial and confident.