We lived in the Bronx and Queens, but I was constantly downtown, any chance I got. I was in school downtown, and then I’d be at the museum all weekend, and then I’d just be bummin’ around the city. For me, that was like heaven—Manhattan was just the greatest place in the world. The Bronx always seemed very dreary to me. There were a lot of fires. Everybody in our building was Jewish—there were a lot of concentration-camp survivors. The grown-ups spoke Yiddish, so I don’t know what anybody was talking about.