Confessions of a rube.
15th September 11
Until today, I had never in my life dialed a number with a 212 area code, expecting to have an actual conversation with the person on the other end. Oh, 646, 917, 718, sure, all the time. But never the 212, the most formidable area code in America.
Glad I did, though, because after dialing it, I had a wild, amazing conversation with a fellow that formed the first punk band in Greensboro in 1977, then moved to Manhattan shortly thereafter to open a shoe shop on Lexington Avenue, a shop that he still owns and where he makes custom shoes for people like Tom Wolfe.
A week in, and this whole mess is coming together pretty well.
