Read from the first chapter, "Going, Going, Gone" of The Wink of the Zenith: The Shaping of a Writer’s Life by Floyd Skloot:
"I was standing in the bedroom of our Brooklyn apartment with my ear pressed to the radio. It was dark outside, a spring evening in the mid-1950s, and through the open window I could hear people talking in the courtyard four stories below. I was eight or nine years old, and my brother Philip, a teenager, was sitting at his desk bent over homework. That explains why the radio’s volume was turned so low. Philip couldn’t hear it over the courtyard chatter or else he’d have told me to turn it down.
I’d succeeded in losing myself to the world of baseball, and could hardly stand still as I leaned farther into the radio. If you could see me shuffling in place, cheek-to-cheek with a console the same size that I am, arms gripping its sides, you might think we were dancing."
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