My family was poor, my father drove a cab for a living, but we felt normal because everybody else was in the same boat.

We lived in Yorkville, which is located on the East End of Manhattan. It's further east than Hell's Kitchen, and back then it was the kind of place where the roaches and cockroaches were big enough to carry away small children.

I was the original socially depraved shy ghetto kid.

We had a strong relationship with Walter Brown, and felt that he was the best owner in the league.

The NBA wasn't a big deal at that time, so it wasn't really in my career plans.

Indiana gets credit for having the most rabid basketball fans in the union, but Maine is a very, very active basketball state.

Kerner decided to trade my rights to the Chicago Stags, which sounded better to me than Tri-Cities, but the Stags folded up almost immediately.