I spent last night at the 4Qs with my parents. Second time I was there this week (I'm reviweing Hugo's Cellar in next week's CityLife). Both times I tried to find you. I spoke to security, dealers, bartenders, and custodial folk -- none seemed to know who the hell you are. Are you like the secret owner of the place who only moves among the peons when you need cover? Sorry I missed you.

Al