Where is my brain exactly? Certainly it’s not all squirreled away inside my head hanging out on a deck chair watching the sun go down over the Pacific. Some of it seems to be in 1952 lining up on 82nd street after lunch waiting to march into PS9. Some of it is playing potsy on the sidewalk and falling off the seesaw onto the unforgiving gravel at the pl…
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