This was my introduction to Pantuso. Over the next four years, I--or my well-meaning friends-- collected hundreds and hundreds of pages of his outpourings. All--with one exception--were tucked into the display windows of New York Press boxes. That one exception was an annotated restaurant check I found in the visor of a suit of armor outside a shop in Times Square.

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