![]() ![]() He was a pipe-smoking almanac, energetically rattling off any fact about the world. He could tell you the corner where the scent of fresh lox and bagels mixed just right with the scent of the neighboring Laundromat he knew the best place to buy your curtains or cut your hair or get your suits dry-cleaned and he knew every phone number you needed, like the yellow pages on two short legs. ![]() He wasn’t just a handyman who could fix a twitching toilet or stubborn sink he could look at his watch while taking you down in the elevator and accurately estimate the number of minutes before a downpour would start or a cab would show up outside. During my first year at 777 Fifth Avenue, I came to realize that Lenny had never made a false prediction or failed to supply the correct answer to a question, no matter what the subject. ![]()
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