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The nightmare kicked into high gear with something that seemed innocuous—one of those innocuous but annoying living-in-New-York-City things: A flood in my upstairs neighbor’s apartment had led to a flood in my apartment, causing a lot of damage. We had to move into a hotel for a few days while repairs were made.
So at 7:00 a.m. on the morning of April 9, 2018, my wife and I were sitting together having breakfast in the Loews Regency Hotel, when there was a knock on the door. Nobody knocks on your door in a hotel unless you call for room service. We hadn’t.