Okay, I'm not a New Yorker, and never will be. But I do take to heart the conversational "editing" of our phenomenal Harper Collins editor, Gail Collins. Over yummy whitefish at Russ & Daughters, Gail informed me that in NYC, one knows to say "Ninety-second Street Y." I committed the Silicon-Valleyish faux pas of calling the venerable venue "Ninety-two Y." Now I know, but remain unabashedly delighted to recall the great fun my co-author, Marilyn Yalom, and I had presenting Th