During high school, I developed a slight obsession with Gilda Radner following a National Forensics League tournament (not dead people, more like competitive speech and acting – obviously only the coolest kids did it). Last week I decided to go back and reread Gilda’s memoir, “It’s Always Something”. I hadn’t read it since high school when it took a stranglehold on me, and I was curious what effect it would have on me now.