I worked selling subscriptions at the San Francisco Symphony. My arts writer pay from the gay paper, The Bay Area Reporter, didn’t come close to covering expenses. The SF Symphony phone room was old school—we didn’t use computers back then. We called names and phone numbers written on 5×7 cardboard cards. Well, two weeks after I found Wendy’s book, there I was sitting in the phone room of the SF Symphony. I was holding a 5×7 card with Wendy Chapkis’ name, phone number, address, and musical preferences. Oh. My. Goddess. Score!