Uh Peter West? I thought your name was Moishe Tinnif?

The phone rang at eight pm while Alan Baruch was finishing dinner with his girlfriend. They were sitting on the patio at Sassafras in Yorkville, and when the call finished Alan let out a little yell of delight. ‘’Honey, I have news. Netflix liked our script and they’ve given the green light for production. I go to LA next week, meet with their people and then we’re off and running.’’ Heather Kahn…