Colleen was rummaging around in the black hole she calls “a purse” when I entered the kitchen. “Hold on a sec there, Missy,” I said in a deep voice. She looked up from her purse-search: “What?!–I’m getting late to interview Robbie Leonard!” “I know it’s your turn, but I think I should take this one,” I said. “Why?” “Because we’re both named Robert, and therefore have a bond that no one else can understand. We get each other.” Oh, OK, Then… Colleen, believer in all things mystical that she is, acquiesced. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek … Read more