By the mid-70s, I wanted to get out of the business. I was tired anyway.
I'm a very, very stubborn man.
My uncle and my grandfather both worked in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
If you asked anybody in my family, they would have very stridently proclaimed themselves middle class. My mother and father were separated, so he doesn't count.
Most of what I listen to now is mainstream jazz from 1935 right up to and including early bebop and cool jazz.
Honesty is the cruelest game of all, because not only can you hurt someone - and hurt them to the bone - you can feel self-righteous about it at the same time.