Hmm. I’d like to add that reading Patti Smith, and watching some You-Tube videos of her performing, is like breathing fresh air instead of candy-flavored, vitamin-enriched air that comes out of an expensive plastic bottle. Oh my God, I forgot! There used to be artists! Sex had nothing to do with money! Uptowners stayed uptown!
Sigh. I’m so grateful to have known the world before it got this dark. Thank you, Patti, for the reminder.
Deitch 
There DID used to be artists. There was also a sky that wasn’t stale and music that wasn’t canned. I miss it, too.
I wish I knew. I love her too.
Great book, isn’t it…Miss,miss,miss those days.