I could never think well of a man's intellectual or moral character if he was habitually unfaithful to his appointments."
- Nathaniel Emmons, American theologian (1745-1840)
I was late for work once. Once; Monday, 13 June 1994. I remember it not because it was the day Exxon was ordered to pay punitive damages for the Exxon Valdez oil spill. No, I remember it because it was the day we found my old man sprawled unconscious on his bedroom floor. That was the day Dad suffered a stroke and concussed himself as he collapsed. More notably, I remember it because it was the day before he went away.... for good. And so after 10½ years of never having been late for work, that was how a blip finally found its way into my impeccable attendance record.