An odd thing has happened this year, though perhaps it happens every year: pitchers who were former (or prospective) aces, but recently left for dead, have recaptured their form for stretches of varying lengths.
But unlike the cities' troubles, which generated a national debate about causes and solutions, the rural collapse has been largely silent, perhaps because it happened so slowly.
I get why perhaps it's happened.
Perhaps it has happened to you: catching a passing glimpse of somebody familiar and yet changed from the way you fondly knew him or her years ago.
Perhaps it had happened while he was sleeping, or during the half minute early that morning when he had thought he smelled burning honey.
"Perhaps it has happened," says Cohn. "But I can't think of any high-profile situations where a board has encouraged its CEO to step aside in the context of becoming a better leader".
Perhaps it has happened to you, or someone you love.
Perhaps not coincidentally, it happened on the Day of the Chekists.
