I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her. But she had her music. At least, I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't recall her playing an instrument, or being able to carry a tune. Yet she was on the road 300 days of the year. In fact, I bought her a harp for Christmas. She asked me what it was...