Sunday Firesides: Don't Wait for the Film Score
It’s a funny thing about the irruption of bad news into your life.
You figure it’ll be preceded by a sense of foreboding — an ominous, overcast sky; a pit in the stomach that won’t go away.
Instead, tragedy arrives amidst balmy, sunshine-soaked weather, after a pleasurable run, right before stepping into the couldn’t-be-more-routine shower. On a day that …
