I remember when I was 5 living on Pulaski Street in Brooklyn, the hallway of our building had a brass banister and a great sound, a great echo system. I used to sing in the hallway.

I remember when the idea of living to be 40 seemed absurd.

I used to be a hot-tar roofer. Yeah, I remember that... day.

I remember when I was at Brandeis, Geoffrey Wolff, he was a great fiction-writing teacher. He was the writer-in-residence, and for those of us who wanted to be writers, you were so excited to be in the same hallway as him.

I remember the great atmosphere and the great stadium.

I remember when I wanted every pitch to be a strike.