Dear Friends, I don't even really like the song that much.  I was born in '86, you see, and by the time by musical tastes had formed the cowbell had long been out of style (whatever SNL says).  But after hearing "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult a few times on the radio, the title line stuck in my head with that persistent resonation that certain phrases seem to carry. It's hard to understand why things happen.  Circumstances frequently arise as if orchestrated t...