In the fall of 1998, just a few weeks after I closed on my first apartment in Brooklyn Heights, I met a crew of Ethiopian guys who affectionately called me Somalia. They were at a party on Great Jones Street hosted by a young investment banker I met the summer before on Martha's Vineyard. The young investment banker was part of a rowdy, amazing group of friends brought together by one of the most charming and gracious people I've ever known. Let's call this charming person, "Charming".
