It is clear that Spencer is well liked. We stop in offices and in alcoves all over the floor, meeting everyone from a senior editor to an art director to a man in a closet who is in charge of supplies. The latter likes me because he's handicapping his bets in the back pages of the New York Post and I know how to do this because Mr. Quimby has taught me. We talk ponies a bit and I invite him to come up to Connecticut sometime to go to Mohegan Sun or Foxwoods.
