LET HISTORY NOTE
At about 9 A.M. this morning, as Baslow emerged from the subway into the enormous main chamber of Grand Central Station, two rounds of applause rose up from the balcony nearest 42nd Street.
This incongruity momentarily befuddled Baslow. Grand Central is rarely the scene of such concerted action -- Brownian motion, writ large, is more the rule.
Was it an unveiling or an opening? Had there just been some remarkable display of talent or magnanimity? Was the world, in that instant, finally coming to a full realization of the significance of Baslow's presence in its midst?
Baslow would be happy to share the answer with you, Dear Reader, if only he knew.
It must remain one of life's little mysteries.