It’s a day of hearing from long-lost friends and associates, including a couple of folk from my PC Mag days. It’s lovely to catch up, but one of them tells me that one of the writers I worked with back in the day died last year, most unexpectedly in his sleep. I hadn’t been in touch with Steve for years but this news has really shaken me — I can remember when his first book came out, about a year ahead of mine, and how steamed I was that I didn’t have one of my own. He was 35. He was too young. I wouldn’t have said he was done yet.