Borders is gone. Probably fifteen years ago, I gave a glowing recommendation for Bill Haas to get a job at the Borders branch at the World Trade Center. Bill was the Thursday night driver of the Uptown Van for the Coalition for the Homeless Mobile Soup Kitchen. Rail thin, a marathon runner, former rock and roll drummer, at times painfully shy, Bill introduced us all to Jimmy Armstrong’s Saloon and gave me and a lot of other people a wonderful social locus for some of the strongest friendships I still have today. Within months he was a store manager and eventually was transferred to DC and fell precipitously out of our lives. I don’t know what ever happened to him, but I miss him.