T he first night, when I awakened at 2 a.m., (yes, I realize that’s actually morning), I wondered why the strains of Gordon Lightfoot’s “Beautiful” were circulating in my subconscious.
Even then, in a trancelike sleep, I recalled that this song had appeared on the display of my car radio, as XM Sirius gave it another turn in the spotlight.
“That’s probably it,” I said to myself and attempted to retu…
