From next week at 207 Clinton Street, Lost City, a photo essay of a memoir of New York City in the 1980s.

I found a treasure I had forgotten about for a third of a century.

With my younger sister always vying for our parents’ attention and affection, the walks I took with my father to visit friends and customers

The first among all their creatures to be acquired, and ever primus inter pares in his father’s affections, was Bird, the Burrowing Owl