After Paul Nonte’s recent death, I had no idea I would revisit the same emotion 10-fold after a friend sent me to Tom Ford’s obituary. Tom hired me at IPRA. He was the glue that held our staff together: witty, charming, warm, smart, supportive; a boss who welcomed radical ideas with relish. His smile was like summer sunshine. The cause of his death, at age 51, wasn’t published, but I think he died of a broken heart after booze morphed him from successful professional to homeless person filled with despair. (http://janjo.photoshelter.com/image/I0000qlTAWS8xLI4). Sad doesn’t begin to describe the way I feel.