Friday, April 15, 1988.  I was 34 years old.  I had started working at the Strauss firm in early March, about six weeks earlier.  The firm held a Happy Hour at The Front Page, a restaurant located on the ground floor of the firm’s office.  I chatted with paralegal coordinator, J.D. Neary.  He seemed like a pleasant fellow.  Afterward, on the way home, I stopped off at a nearby store and purchased a cassette recording of the Mahler 8th Symphony, Seiji Ozawa conducting the Boston Symphony. In the evening I watched a PBS-TV broadcast of the John Adams opera, Nixon in China.