/CULTURE SHOCK/Andrew Flynn stood outside the fifth floor bathroom, his voice sly when he bellowed, “I’m here,” after knocking hard on the door three times, his requisite toothpick neatly at one corner of his mouth. Two seconds went by and then Sharon Raydor opened the door a half inch and peeked outside, her expression sheepish, “Shhh, don’t talk ( Read more... )