So the RNC convention is winding down, and so is the work-week. Got out of the office at about 5:45 and walked past a few dozen cops on my way to the train station when I recognized... a Mastandrea face...
Yup, they sent Vito in from Brooklyn to keep the peace at the Sheraton (not the Sheraton across the street from my office, but the Sheraton one block down on Seventh Avenue -- yeah, two Sheratons right next to each other).
And without even seeing BazzukaJoe's post yet, Vito and I talked about... the friggin' hurricane that's heading for Florida!
Anyway, we're getting Vito onto this blog. We need more input for the Encyclopedia Mastandrea.