The curious case of the lost Maury Povich episode
post number twelve
January 13, 2011 was one of the great days of my life.
At 9:52am, I was on a train to Stanford, Connecticut. I had to take the train, because I’d overslept and missed the bus.
Yes, I was headed to a live taping of the Maury Povich show. I was peaking.
That is, until 13 hours later, when I was back in New York City, standing in the Highline Ballroom, scre…