I cried last week. Not just choked up and secretly wiped away a tear with my sleeve — this was borderline weeping, a “wow, I may not be able to control this” type of thing. It’s never really happened to me before, and I had to fight hard to get my emotions under control. The fact I was in the Crown Ballroom with 450 other people was another complicating factor. I didn’t really want to lose it in front of some of the State’s most influential and philanthropic figures. Mind you, I wasn’t Robinson Crusoe; I’d say the majority of...