On the randomness of things and in loving memory of my cousin, DMF (z”l). When I was growing up in Baltimore, Danny was a huge influence. His room in the basement was the first coolest thing I ever saw, a glory of black light sublime, a visual introduction to alternative realities. That was a long time ago. On a sunny day  in the middle of the afternoon last Thursday, off to do ordinary things, Danny was killed in a car accident, killed by a deer that was struck by another driver.