From the archives: I want to live in the layers
On Stepping Softly Out of a Noisy Life
In the 1970s, I was growing up in Forest Hills, New York, in a two bedroom apartment in a fourteen story building the color of a pencil eraser; it was directly across the street from the Long Island Railroad tracks, and when trains went by — which they did at all hour of the day and night — my building shook a litt…
