I have the dubious honor of being the first to tell my then-bosses at Boca's celebrity-heavy Star magazine that a colleague had contracted anthrax - kicking off the strangest five days in this columnist's life.
For those days, the feds now say I have a maladjusted lab nerd named to thank.
Day 1: On the afternoon of Thursday, Oct. 4, I was chasing down leads about newly singl...
