Goodreads asked Stephen Greco:

What mystery in your own life could be a plot for a book?

Stephen Greco Well, not so much a plot as a jumping-off point: One winter day in the 1980s, when I was working at Interview magazine, I was walking through SoHo after a big snow storm, on my way to meet a friend for lunch, when a Buick-size chunk of ice fell from a sixth-story cornice and landed explosively right in front of me, in the space where I was about to take my next step. For a moment I was stunned; onlookers were stunned. But this was New York, and I was still standing, so we all just kinda kept going. The icy debris pile was so large that we had to walk around it. It was only after I was seated in the restaurant with my lunch companion, making light of having to wipe icy mush off my face and glasses, that I realized I'd perhaps narrowly missed being killed.

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