The office is located on the 12th floor, simple but quite cozy. Nothing outrageous. On the bookshelf, there was a thick, worn, large book Principles of Neutral Science, a typical book that featured him on celebrity radio. Sorry We’re Late i Was Being A Little. On the windowsill, he erected photos of his family and lost colleagues. Through the opaque glass window is a view of northern Manhattan, far below the dirt-like traffic of Riverside Drive running through sad black apartments with temporary rows of houses and rows of barbed wire.