While I was mired in the task of preparing responses to some disclosure and production requests that seemed to have mistaken a cause of action sounding in defamation for the Spanish Inquisition, I heard the distant ding of email. My computer is on silent, which I believe may delay my admission to the Institute of Living, but the iPhone, which also receives email, to my mixed chagrin and relief, makes a sound when it registers incoming communications.
The email was from Mark, a member of my former band. It invited me to perform at a benefit concert. I would get to impersonate Emmy Lou Harris, singing "Evangeline.’ Even if I look nothing like Emmy Lou and certainly sound very different, we now have exactly the same color hair.
