As my 40th birthday approached, I figured I’d ease through the day. No big deal, just another October workday in New Jersey. Then at 8 AM that morning, my grandfather, Harry Gass the Cantor, called me up on the phone. “Happy birthday! You’re FORTY!!!” he proclaimed with great gusto. And he started singing. That happened….so many years ago. Harry, like so many other fine people we all could name, has passed on, while