I don’t think of myself as an especially spiritual person, but some months ago I had a religious experience. You may remember I blogged about two talented thespians in my family — my great-aunt Miriam and my uncle Sol. (See The Roar of the Greasepaint – for Aunt Miriam and Uncle Sol) Miriam, a generation older, died many years ago, but Sol died this past June, just short of his 96th birthday. Uncle Sol was a surrogate father of sorts to my husband, and grandfather...