I wake up early anyway. I always vote early. I'm there when the door opens at 6:00 at PS 47 on East 23rd Street two blocks from where I live. Usually it's me and three other insomniacs. Today the line was a real line growing down the block.
I’ve been a schoolteacher. Right after college in 1969, like a lot of guys, I taught school to beat the draft. I taught grade school English in Cleveland for six years. After that, I ran, eventually owned, a longstanding bookstore in downtown Cleveland. It felt something like Three Lives in the West Village. I went on to found an alternative weekly paper, also in Cleveland. It lasted 12 years. Twenty-one years ago I moved here, armed with an idea and a prototype for a national book magazine. I never raised the huge amount of money I needed. I then worked for a media company, editing a couple of neighborhood weeklies, more than once using my editor’s space to talk about city kids and reading. Between the editorial jobs, I taught English for a year here in Manhattan at a Catholic boys’ high school with mostly minority kids. I was terrible at discipline. But sometimes when we found a book or a story we liked, it all came together.