My mother’s death had punctured some hole in me that drained all my confidence and joy. Everything felt wrong, so I did nothing, backing out of meetings with producers, retreating from every door success opened.

I wasn’t pedaling across town to Capitol Hill because some legislative type was too embarrassed to rent porn videos in person.

That was his thing, though, slamming doors. Chrissy often held her middle finger up at it once he left, just in case he came back into the room to apologize.

We know our place and keep to it. We believe our place to be all places. We find the crack like water. We crawl. We beg. We scream. We tapdance. We sing. We sing. We sing.

For most of the staff, this was just a job. But do the simple math and jobs were most of the hours of a life.

They are selling J. Robert Oppenheimer bobbleheads and martini shakers and baseball caps and t-shirts and pins and patches and picnic blankets.