IT'S TIME

or HOW TO REMEMBER THAT YOU'LL BE DEAD SOMEDAY

I emerged from our box seat door at the Royal Albert Hall and asked a staffer where the nearest bar was. She responded “Right here, sir” and pointed to a door about 6 feet away.

I made an involuntary, quiet but plainly audible noise of pleasant surprise. Thanked the staffer and then returned to our box with a bottle of champagne and two glasses for Sha…