Arthur Frommer died last week at the grand old age of 95. We never met, not even once, but it remains my fervent conviction — absent hyperbole or exaggeration — that Frommer changed my life. (True, the beer writer Michael Jackson also altered the course of my existence, but I was fortunate to have a … Continue reading Hip Hops: R.I.P., Arthur Frommer, the travel writer who changed my life