A couple of weeks ago, my 24-year-old son stopped by my desk to show me this new "PokemonGo thing" that he said was going crazy in the Garden. I needed to know, he said, because the Garden was a mecca of "Pokestops," with 4 "gyms," Ratattas, Pidgeys, and Magikarps galore. Flashing him a dramatic eyeroll, which he has also perfected under my tutelage, I took a look at his screen, googled PokemonGo, and got the okay to offer discounted weekend admission to anyone who...
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