It was a week ago last Tuesday. It was early morning and I had just gotten to work when I saw a call from my daughter in New York. When I answered she was so distraught it took a minute for me to know what bad thing had happened. What had happened was the sudden death the night before of her good friend’s father. The friend is Catherine Scott, whom Mary Olive has known from childhood and with whom she now shares an apartment in New York City.Catherine’s Dad, Monty, Mary Olive told me, had had a heart attack. I turned around, left the office and went to see Monty’s wife Becky.