I am a refugee from New York City, having grown up during the best years to have grown up in that place I call Disneyland for Grownups. We never locked our door. We didn't even own a key for it. That town was my backyard, from Rockaway to Battery Park; all the parks and playgrounds, all the museums, art galleries and symphoney halls. I swam in its rivers and played in its streets and empty lots. I still dream about it and the boys and girls who peopled it with me. When I die I will return there to live.
It made me what I am today; a retired old grump.