I was about 18 and fumbling through life in late-'70s Manhattan, working in a fancy part of town where everything in the store windows was impossibly beautiful and out of my reach. How did people pay $400 for a pair of shoes? I wondered.
I had to pick up something at the Algonquin Hotel one afternoon. I waited in line at some window, picked up the envelope, and turned.
Standing right behind me, inches away, was a man. I looked directly into his eyes and was stunned. I had never seen anyone who looked like that. The hold Read more