I had the urge to go live in Boston for some time and finally did in October 1972 where I held various jobs, including short-order cook, delivery boy and photographer for the East-West Journal. My favorite place to photograph was in the Italian neighborhood called The North End. It was like being in Italy with its vegetable stands, butcher shops and old-world charm. The adults spoke Italian and the men passionately debated every subject in the current news. It was easy to photograph around the parks and on the playgrounds where no one seemed to notice me. Or perhaps I’d learned how to blend in, as Cartier-Bresson had done so often. I’m happy to give him credit anyway, for that and all the other lessons. Not that my photographs compared much to his then, but his influence was certainly felt and I think reflected in this early work. Email Michael for more info.