Logan Square, 1992

I was seven years old when my family moved to this country from the Soviet Union, so I didn't grow up with Silverstein's pictures and words.

I forget about being the old guy. I forget almost everything. This is what music is for.

Somebody else will have to dress Brooklyn’s teams so they can feel like winners now.

Actual animals and ones made by art to stand in for either people or their ideas and feelings blur together sometimes.

Being neighbored on three sides by yowling, slobbering, and spitting infants and their keepers doesn’t help my sleep-deprivation any.