I kind of had my life planned out for me. I'd be married at some point, have, you know, 1.5 children, and be a principal possibly one day. But I think that that was kind of my problem. I allowed myself to plan out my life and didn't let provident direction guide my life.
Reporters used to be blue-collar; at the Globe now, it's practically required that you have a trust fund.
Esquire, in a July, 1957 issue, has a photograph of me playing the French horn at the Five Spot.