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.