“From the night into his high-walled room there came, persistently, that evanescent and dissolving sound - something the city was tossing up and calling back again, like a child playing with a ball. In Harlem, the Bronx, Gramercy Park, and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I was always a funny person. I thought I would play some good ball, and the Harlem Globetrotters would see me, and that would be it - fame. — Sinbad Copy Share Image
