The day before Thanksgiving 2008, I got together with a good friend for drinks. I picked her up after work, and as we were walking through midtown we spotted a man obviously out of sync with the surroundings being pulled back from a bus careening down Madison Avenue.
He was oblivious. And he looked vaguely familiar.
My friend said to me, "Isn't that one of the Baldwin guys?" I said, "No way."
Then he blared to the stranger who had pulled him out of the street, "Thank you! Thank you!" pointing his finger like a mad Sunday Read more