February 4, 2010
About twenty years ago, when discussing our great nation with a lawyer in my office (about my age, one of very few I liked in that or any other office), I said "the 48 continuous states", not as a joke. He corrected my gaffe with a sardonic laugh, and, I think, a touch of sincere eyebrow-raising derision, to "contiguous". I was wholly mortified but feigned an easygoing laugh. A few years later, when I no longer worked there, someone told me he jumped nine floors from that office to his death, landing atop a car parked alongside the building. Coincidence?