There is a man I’ve met a couple of times here at the Can – the first thing that caught my attention about him was his voice – incredibly deep voice – and the next was that he is English – and so he flirted and I flirted and then I found out he was married with a toddler girl and I quit flirting back. I hadn’t seen him for a while but since my Wall Street Journal and his Financial Times are now at the front desk, we keep running into each other again. I call him the Voice because it is truly an asset – deep like a man who is interrogating you – anyway, I made my way to the gym this evening, which is down the back stairs and through the pool area – but I forgot they lock the gate during the winter, so when I got there I tried to figure out a way under or over and settled on over but needed a boost – serendiptously the Voice was walking in from the garage right at that moment and I asked him for a chair and he helped me climb over.
Maybe I can get him to just talk into a tape recorder for a few minutes.