As time shifts towards New York and away from my childhood in Boston, I look around and realize there is not one friend whose office I can use to send a fax
On a block in Chelsea devoid of nearly all advertising, at the west side edge of the world, hangs a lonely sign "Scores", across from which is a series of large black doors and an ever growing line of sophisticated, middle aged spectators who had all signed up for the earliest time slot on this particular Tuesday evening