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We never went much beyond 14th Street, because my father was irritated by the Village—he thought it was a poor imitation of Montmartre. I stayed in the grid. I had a girlfriend who lived on Park Avenue, and I had to take the crosstown bus to see her. I met her in dancing school; we used to go to the dances together, because she was at a private girls’ school—Nightingale-Bamford—and I went to Collegiate School. Waltzes, fox-trot, the two-step. I thought I was gonna marry her.
