Armed with sincere intentions, I went to call M, the interesting tall guy from Brooklyn who works in cable news. Then I discovered that the number he provided for me to call is missing a digit. (Is that like shaking a hand that's missing a finger? Not really. Sorry, I'm writing hastily, on my way to dinner with daughter, son-in-law, 3 year old and newborn, who is now 3 weeks old, healthy and ready to eat in restaurants.)
Foiled again! Naturally I sent off an email telling him what's missing, and haven't yet heard back. But I am so, so, way cool about all this....
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