My mind keeps drifting to the local headlines about the unexpected death of Heath Ledger in his SoHo apartment.
I was on the verge of observing a focus group, sitting behind a one way mirror at a posh research firm, when the news broke. His story morphed as it spread across the room.
His role in Brokeback Mountain will remain a memorable one for me.
What tea bag wisdom am I pondering this afternoon: All that talent gone in a flash. Life is short. Harness the moment. Find a venue for your creativity.
Heath's death reminds me of when I opened the obituaries of the NY Times to read about the overdose of River Pheonix, back in the early 1990s. I was in complete disbelief.