“It is the winter of 1939. I remember the kitchen, with its intricately
patterned blue-and-red linoleum floors, and windows that opened into a
garden where an elm tree rose higher than the house. The kitchen light
was beautiful: suffused with a lemony green in summer, dazzling when
winter snow garnished the limbs of the elm tree.”

—Pete Hamill, A Drinking Life: A Memoir, 1994.