this reminds me of a joke: IT'S A MONK'S LIFE In an ancient monastery, a new monk arrived to dedicate his life to Godand to join the others copying ancient records. The first thing henoticed was that they were copying by hand books that had already beencopied by hand.He had to speak up. "Forgive me, Father Justinian, but copying othercopies by hand allows many chances for error. How do we know we aren'tcopying someone else's mistakes? Are they ever checked against theoriginals?"Father Justinian was startled. No one had ever suggested that before."Well, that is a good point, my son. I will take one of these latestbooks down to the vault and study it against its original document."He went deep into the vault where no one else was allowed to enter andstarted to study. The day passed, and it was getting late in the evening.The monks were getting worried about Father Justinian. Finally one monkstarted making his way through the old vault, and as he began to think hemight get lost, he heard sobbing. "Father Justinian," he called.The sobbing grew louder as he came closer. He finally found the oldpriest sitting at a table with the new copy and the original ancientbook in front of him. It was obvious that Father Justinian had beencrying for a long time."Oh, my Lord," sobbed Father Justinian, "the word is celebrate not celibate!"
maybe on that day at 6 am/ pm, 6 minutes, 6 seconds, something will happen? But it depends on the time zone.
There is/was a Smith Barney branch on 666 5th Ave in NYC. It is/was, I kid you not, located on the 13th floor.