My Father Belonged To A Jewish Social

One Of The Few Graces Of Getting Old - And God Knows There Are Few Graces - Is That If You've Worked Hard And Kept Your Nose To The Grindstone, Something Happens: The Body Gets Old But The Creative Mechanism Is Refreshed, Smoothed And Oiled And Honed. That Is The Grace. That Is What's Happening To Me.

Thank God That Bumble-ardy's Parents Are Dead So We Don't Have To Wonder What They Did To Him. We Only Know That They Were Famous, And Famous People Have Unhappy Children For The Most Part. They Don't Have The Time To Take Care Of Them. So He's A Troubled Pig-boy, A Kid You've Got To Watch.

I'm Totally Crazy, I Know That. I Don't Say That To Be A Smartass, But I Know That That's The Very Essence Of What Makes My Work Good. And I Know My Work Is Good. Not Everybody Likes It, That's Fine. I Don't Do It For Everybody. Or Anybody. I Do It Because I Can't Not Do It.

Then One Day My Sister Abandoned Me At The 1939 World's Fair, And That Incident Is The Essence Of In The Night Kitchen. I Was Standing There With Hundreds Of Other People Waving Back At The Little Midgets Dressed Like Bakers When I Turned Around And My Sister Was Gone! The Next Thing I Know I'm Screaming And Crying And Policemen Are Taking Me To A Big Place With Tons Of Kids Who Had All Been Abandoned Like Me. At Least I Was Old Enough To Give Them A Name And An Address.

I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart.