Sitting at my desk at the Y in my dirty blue jeans that Evy Rosenberg gave me (me– or some kid?) and a brown pull-over sweater that Ed Hershberger gave me– God how many lifetimes ago– window open, sitting here listening to the humming, screeching honking sound of traffic just-at-the-tail-end-of-rush-hour in the Garment District.
August 7th, 1972
August 7th, 1972
August 7th, 1972
Sitting at my desk at the Y in my dirty blue jeans that Evy Rosenberg gave me (me– or some kid?) and a brown pull-over sweater that Ed Hershberger gave me– God how many lifetimes ago– window open, sitting here listening to the humming, screeching honking sound of traffic just-at-the-tail-end-of-rush-hour in the Garment District.