[AP's head of personnel] had phoned me in, and he said, “Well, how would you like to go to Vietnam?” And it took me a minute to see what he was thinking – I didn't know what he was talking about. And I said, “Yeah, absolutely.” So I hopped on the subway, went back to the office … getting myself really geared up to go to Vietnam in my head, what am I going to do … it's a war, and blah blah. … I go to his office, and we spent like an hour talking, telling me about the stuff, about the details. … I stand, I shake his hand, and he says, “Well, I know you're going to do a good job,” blah blah. “By the way, what are you going to do with your apartment?” And I said … “[My roommate and AP colleague] Barry Kramer will take it over.” … He looks at me and he says, “Wait, you're not going to Vietnam. Kramer is!” He confused the two of us. And so I had my hands on his – he had this huge, massive wooden desk – and my knuckles were like white. And I think he kind of thought he was going to … get talked backward out of his seventh-floor window, and he looks at me and says, “You're going to Africa.” To this day, I don't know if he just pulled it out of his ass or what, but sure enough. … I didn't say anything about Africa [before]. It never even occurred to me. I didn't know anything about it. … I thought, “Cool! I don't give a shit – send me anywhere.” (Rosenblum, 1–2)