Such A Courageous Boy I Was. To

But All I Could Think Was In New York That Kid Would Have Been Stuck In A Straitjacket Practically From Birth And Dangled Over A Tank Full Of Educational Consultants And Remedial Experts All Snapping At His Ankles For The Next Twenty Years Arguing About His Special Needs And Getting Paid Plenty For It.

Fate Isn't Some Middle-aged Man With A Squint Who Won't Recognize You If You Change Your Clothes.

If You Haven't Been In A War And Are Wondering How Long It Takes To Get Used To Losing Everything You Think You Need Or Love, I Can Tell You The Answer Is No Time At All.

A Piano Might Fall On Your Head, He Said, But It Also Might Not. And In The Meantime You Never Know. Something Nice Might Happen.

While Working In Advertising, I Channelled My Creative Energy Into Elaborate Escape Fantasies: Cake Making, Dog Breeding, The Peace Corps.