It was the mid-70s, and I had moved to New York City with my girlfriend to pursue an acting career.
In reality, that meant learning the fine art of waiting tables.
We found a sublet through a guy we met working as extras on the film The Great Gatsby the previous summer.
The apartment was on East 60th Street, between Madison and Park Avenue, just around the corner from the Plaza Hotel.
You could hear the yellow cabs honking and a saxophone wailing somewhere down the block, the whole city breathing around you, alive in every direction.
I’d often jog by the Plaza and stop at the lagoon across the street where Holden Caulfield, from my favorite novel The Catcher in the Rye, wondered where the ducks went in winter.
It was there that I first saw John Lennon in the flesh.
When I was a kid, “Imagine” was my…
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