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.

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

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

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