Mitch headed to New York in advance of the Open, checking into the Library Hotel in midtown. In the shadow of the New York Public Library, the hotel was arranged according to the Dewey Decimal System, with each floor a different category of books. Mitch liked to stay on the Sixth, or Technology, Floor in the Computers Room. It was an economically elegant—or should that be an elegantly economical? he wondered—place, with some great books on subjects that would nonetheless have to wait. He walked a couple of blocks over to Grand Central Terminal—marveling at its Beaux Arts façade dominated by Hermes/Mercury, god of commerce, and, behind it, the diamantine Art Deco spire of the Chrysler Building, gleaming in the summer sun as if to say, “I’m here, too”—then took the twenty-minute ride uptown
