July 27, 1995… A day I don’t always think about, but one I will never forget.

I arrived at work at my usual time, 8:25 a.m., about 5 minutes before required. I typed in my password and received an error message. I tried again. Still an error. I called IT (or whatever the department was called back then). No answer, so I left a voice mail message.

I busied myself, filing a few papers and cleaning my desk. And then, around 9 a.m., I got a phone call. The office caller ID said Human Resources, yet the voice on the line was the Editor-in-Chief (EIC) whose office was nowhere near HR. She asked me to come down to HR. I thought it was odd, but I didn’t really piece it together until I walked past my boss’ office. The normal cheerful middle-manager with a seemingly stress-free job looked solemn as she talked to a few other editors