My ol’ pal o’ mine Anthony works for Douglas Elliman Real Estate in NYC. Last night I spent many hours looking at amazing residences in Manhattan; it’s kind of fun to satisfy voyeuristic tendencies by looking at the myriad pictures of people’s apartments. I was also looking at all the floor plans, which is something I’ve loved to do since I was a kid. My parents used to think I’d become an architect because of my floor plan fetish. Then again, they also liked to think I’d become a priest. But my floor plan fetish is about fantasy; looking at plans and imagining living there. I’d turn that into a darkroom. That parlour would be great for interviews. That would be my bedroom. No, wait. THAT would be my room. That could be a great library. It’s all fuel for the writer’s imagination. Last night I was looking at lofts in Tribeca, duplex’s in Midtown and townhouses in the Upper West Side, and thinking about the Timothy James Beck characters. Before I knew it, five hours had gone by. Anyway, if you need to find a new apartment in New York City, be sure to get in touch with Anthony and tell him that Timothy sent you. If he says, “I’m sorry. Who?” Just say, “You know. The writer?” If he cocks his head to the side and still looks blank, say, “The lush that used to hang out with you.” That should jog his memory.