© 2012 Lee Greenfeld
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Childhood on a Sunday afternoon in Brooklyn, circa 1977. Breakfast has been devoured, and now it's onto the NY Times (and the funny-pages for the little guy). Blossom Dearie's voice floats across the apartment; the sun shines through the venitian blinds. The family, sits at peace... And the future seems a million miles away.