My second 24 hours in New York yielded buckets of theater gossip, a job prospect, a possible apartment, an exorcism of ghosts from the past, a dinner in the Village, a drink, and a dead cell phone which forced me to end the day early. Susan says there are chargers you can carry with you which operate on hand-cranks. I need some kind of backup. I’d still be out there now, but the phone decided it had had enough.