Compared to our SE Hawthorne sojourn, the Broadway Stumble Zone promised to be cake. A walk in the park. A cakewalk in the park. The cat’s pajamas. It would also be mercifully short, as we were venturing only three blocks from our downtown office. After all, we had to work in the morning, and since we were going out together, no one could call in sick—unless they wanted to wear the mantle of web department wus...

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