The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.

People go to restaurants for so many different reasons. To court a girl, to make some deal. Maybe to talk to some lawyer about how to get an alimony settlement better than they got last week.

I am writing about people who are alive in the city of New York during mid-20th-century America. And these people are like a character in a play or they are figures in a short story or a novel.

The Park Avenue of poodles and polished brass; it is cab country, tip-town, glassville, a window-washer's paradise.

People dress up for funerals. Why not dress up to celebrate that you’re alive?

Yes there is a little group of soccer aficionados, but I am not one of them.

I write and rewrite and rewrite and write and like to turn in what I think is finished work.