Liz Smith | 07/07/2008 12:00 am
Liz Smith: Once Wet Behind the Ears
I don’t particularly want to relive anything, but if I have to choose I would say New York City in the ’50s when I first arrived green and eager. It was just five years after World War II and the city was glorious and the world was my exotic oyster.
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