The black book was nondescript, lying on the ground . Opening the cover revealed an inscription: If found, please return to : Bob Dickerson, Stonington, Ct.”. Inside was a diary, a record of a life.

Frankly, there wasn’t much there – meetings, vacations, small social events. Bob lead a mundane existence as a regional sales representative for a fruit and vegetable distributor. His claim to fame was negotiating an agreement with a string of New England convenience stores to carry a limited selection of fruit at the counter – mostly apples and bananas. However, he was working a deal to carry shrink-wrapped packages of grapes, which he hoped would get him promoted.