I was just trying to think where I was
on June 25, 1961:
Garden City, New York, certainly,
and almost certainly miserable
on Sunday, the worst day of the week,
when just nineteen miles away in Manhattan,
forty minutes by rail and ten by subway,
Bill Evans’s great, quiet solo in “Detour Ahead”
was walking out on unbelievably thin ice,

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