Hey Reader! In our family, one of the worst crimes you could commit against others was being late. I remember the moments prior to leaving the house before meeting grandparents was particularly stressful. Lots of yelling and anxiety that we might be late if we Didn’t. Leave. Right. Now! We always arrived on time. Later on, this fixation on being on time served me well in the theater and event industries, where the show went on when it was supposed to — everything else be damned. I even...