It’s Christmas 1988. I’m dressed to the nines in a black lace dress, my hair in a French braid, and heels to complete the outfit. A wet, sticky snow falls as I drive to the Garden City Hotel on Long Island for a business Christmas party. All the local stations are playing Christmas music. As I wait at a light that seems to take an eternity to change, Stevie Nicks’s “Silent Night” comes on the radio. Time stops, and I’m engulfed in a deep sense of peace and quietness. I am certain celestial...