In 1965 I moved to New Utrecht Avenue in Brooklyn. This apartment was quite good. I made progress; this time I think I paid $70 a month rent. Downstairs there was a flower shop and across the street was the printing shop where I used to go and scream at the printer, who was my very dear friend.
The train used to pass only two or three metres away from this apartment. Not across the street! It went right by the side of the building. Such a noise it made!