Negotiations complete, fingers crossed, I discover myself with 18 more rooms to go on floors 12 and 4, and a short day in which to cover them. Well, in the Jewish religion, 18=chai=life: if ever there were an affirmation that there is light at the end of the tunnel, 18 is it. So I say some Baruch atahs, Hail Marys, and Hare Krishnas, and off I go.
Before continuing the tale, however, I want to extend my sincere apologies to the 4th-floor exhibitors whom I was unable to visit.…