Back in the city's littered bivouac he walked among the tenements of home like an awol private returning to barracks from which his old outfit had long ago convoyed and scattered for keeps.

Everyone went to sleep in some nook and cranny of the house.

The Rhodes piano wasn't the only keyboard available at the Apple studio.

Before he entered high school, he was a "stepper,” a practitioner of a local Philadelphia dance form derived from tapping.