Sunday, 10:00 am, New Jersey : It was a 36-month old boy, an 18-month old girl, a room full of lego blocks, and I. We built a car, an unbalanced bird, and an abstract building and transferred a basket-full of toys into a small box. I happened to look out of the room—the girl’s mom, who had entrusted me with the kid while she had gone to have a bath, had finished and was sitting in the living room browsing through a magazine. I think she was testing how far I’ll go without feeling suckered. Sunday, 2:30 pm, New York Penn Station : I was at the metro card vending machine when I discovered that I had lost about 80 USD of cash to some kleptomaniac. Damn! Damn! Damn! Sunday, 3:30 pm, West 49th : Could a hotel room be any smaller? Hell, it was so small that they had a custom midget iron table, no dresser, and a chair, which could be reached only by rolling across the bed. But what a location! Times Square was just two minutes walk away and it was next door to a Broadway theater. Sunday, 8:30