We lost a client and friend over the weekend. He was 64 with no real heath issues. On Thursday, he and his wife, a couple attached at the hip, drove down from Charleston, South Carolina to Atlanta because Sonia and I had flown in for the fashion show. We enjoyed happy hour at the hotel and talked about a November trip to Charleston so that I could see Marquette play Ohio State on a Navel ship. He returned home in the morning and suffered a major heart attack later that day that ultimately killed him on Saturday. I haven’t lost many people in my life. I haven’t lost anyone close to me since crossing that threshold a few years ago that separates one’s perceived invincibility and thoughts of mortality. This death certainly magnified the latter. As much as I sometimes want to shut this blog/list down, moments like this remind me that I need that extra push to do something outside of the box.