1:15pm, West 18th Street: Dish walked out the door and ran into Mo Rocca in mid-conversation, saying "...drug addiction..." before passing by. Coming from Viceroy and Barney's Coop, probs. Dish sees her so often, it's no longer earth-shattering.1:15pm, I walked into the post office and saw Wallace Shawn approaching from about three miles away. I retreated and held the door open for The King. He said, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Being in the presence of such greatness brings out my manners, though I neglected to bow.
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