There are the tales of the socks and underwear he keeps in his office desk, of having to stop at his office en route to weddings to pick up a suit, of colleagues calling at 3 in the morning to leave messages on his office phone and hearing him pick up. From his discombobulated apartment comes lore about lasagna grown petrified after three months in his oven - that is, once he'd had his stove connected.

David Margolick