On a subzero February morning I packed up my car in the pre-dawn dark, said goodbye to my parents, then got on the road. My plan was to drive south to the township of Yonkers, just north of New York City, where my womanizing college friend Phillip was currently living. I’d spend the night at Phillip’s place, he and I would go see the Letterman show together at Radio City Music Hall, and I’d finally be able to get my first look as this mind-blowing, Paula-destroying metropolis that everybody had been crowing about all these years. The next day I’d…