I’ll never forget the call. It was mid-afternoon and I was engrossed in a writing project on a deadline for publication. My assistant shouted from the next office “Jack, this is a call you need to take.”
I grabbed the phone and said “This is Jack, may I help you?”
The voice was strong and official: “Is this Jack Levine, the son of Ruth Levine?” I knew right away this was not good news.