As I'm about to take leave after our lunch together, Terrence leans in conspiratorially. "I wrote a joke for when I get together with my friends," he says. "How many New Yorkers does it take to change a light bulb?"
When I say I don't know, he says, "'Well, the next two weeks are shot because of work, and then I'm out of town for the weekend, so you want to try for the first week of next month?'"
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