Changing Your Name

WHEN Mitchell Gold, now 59, arrived in Manhattan in 1974, he “was young, fresh out of college and closeted,” he recalled. He took a job selling pillows at Bloomingdale’s, and remembered going out with women and usually finding that “the waiter was more interesting, or her brother.”“The world could be ending, and you wouldn’t know it with Mitchell,” Mr. Scofield said. “He’s always so calm. You