Looking for Mr. Hsu
Blogger Suitably Flip has physically tried to knock on Norman Hsu's door, possibly making him the first person to actually do so.
On the off-chance that Hsu was still stuffing clothes in a duffle bag, I took a subway ride down to SoHo this evening and headed toward 160 Wooster Street, the address listed most frequently on the campaign disclosures documenting Hsu's bountiful political contributions over the last few years.
The blinds were closed behind all 10 sets of windows at Hsu's third floor loft (pictured) and the lights didn't seem to be on. Still, having made the trek, I strolled up and hit the buzzer for Hsu's unit. After a couple of fruitless buzzings, I went into the lobby and exchanged pleasantries with the doorman behind the desk.
"I'm trying to get in touch with Norman Hsu in 3C," I said. "Do you know if he's available?"
Only mildly less pleasantly, he responded, "You're going to need to step outside now."
How much funnier can the story get? Wait. It gets worse. "The Hong Kong native had not surrendered his passport to the court, not because he hadn't been asked to, but because he couldn't seem to find it." The New York Times reports:
Mr. Brosnahan told reporters outside the courthouse in Redwood City that he had sent an assistant to Mr. Hsu’s apartment in New York on Tuesday to retrieve Mr. Hsu’s passport, but it could not be found.
It's not quite clear from the NYT quote what couldn't be found. Mr. Hsu's passport, his apartment or New York City. Maybe all three were missing, as is Mr. Hsu.