A loud knock on my apartment door disrupted my watching of Brandon, Dylan, and Brenda. I opened it to find my then-girlfriend British Liz who was supposed to be in a 4-hour evening class panting, trying to catch her breath.
“What are you doing here? What’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Oh Jay…Simp…son…is…on campus…you have…to go…interview him.”
“Who?”
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