Benjamin passed by the film set on his way to Mark's office. The crew was attaching leather straps to the bedposts of a king sized bed. To the side, an actor was getting a temporary tattoo on his buttocks from a makeup artist. Benjamin knocked on the door to Mark's office.
"Come in," Mark called out.
Benjamin entered the office and handed Mark his time sheet. "Here are my hours. Remember, I need next week off for my trip to Montreal."
"That's fine. We're off for Labor Day anyway. I think we can manage without you during the rest of the week as well."
"Good. Is it OK for me hang up some things in my cubical? Mostly, pictures and a message board."
"Sure. Just don't make any permanent holes in the walls." Mark gave Benjamin a sympathetic look. "Did Columbia University give you a schedule for their demolition?"
"Not yet."
"Well, have a good trip."
"Thanks. Enjoy your day at the beach."
Benjamin took the 32 bus from Queens to Times Square where he could catch the subway up to Harlem. Looking out the bus window, he considered how the neighborhood had changed. It used to be a Mecca for the porn industry. He remembered when sex shops had dotted every block. Now, those shops were few and far between. New zoning ordinances had played a big part in that change. Benjamin didn't realize back then that the Disneyfication of New York City's red light district would be the first step in a complete transformation of the entire city. Columbia University's expansion plan only continued the trend.