I was going through a painful divorce that was crashing down in the Fall of 2010. I was living below Avenue C in a shit apartment and my wife had just moved out. As I had for the last 7 years, I was basically spending every day listening to the Best Show archives on headphones while I worked. When things got bad, the Best Show was truly the only thing that put a smile on my face. One morning I was walking on Houston Street, smoking, feeling like I was going to barf, and I suddenly see Tom's giant sunglasses. We were passing over Clinton Street and I stopped him, turned around and walked with him for a moment. This was right after he'd had that meltdown with a caller and took a few weeks off from the show. He looked frazzled and seemed at loose ends, as did I. I think he'd also just had the pilot idea fall through. Just chatting and joking with him for 5 minutes on the street about the show and music remains my best memory of living in the city. To bump into one of your heroes at random during a terrible time is an experience that can't be overstated, for me anyway. I'll miss this show.