In the summer of ’77, while other boys in the Midwest were busy playing Little League and flocking to see Star Wars, young Kenny Walsh was obsessed with Chris Evert and Woody Allen movies — and daydreamed about moving to New York City. But when his family headed west from the suburbs of Detroit to Phoenix, it was the first in a series of events that set his Big Apple ambitions on the wrong course.
In this funny and moving memoir, Walsh recounts an idiosyncratic childhood that included an attempt to track down a crazed serial killer, a First Amendment battle with his fourth-grade principal, running the local KKK (that’s Kenny’s Kid Kare) babysitting service — and the mysterious disappearance of his father.
Post-college jobs took him to Hollywood and Washington, D.C. — where trouble followed ( stars, celebrity doppelgängers, anxiety disorders) — yet he still didn’t feel at home. Walsh finally arrived in Manhattan the week of his thirty-first birthday … but was tomorrow as wonderful as he dreamed it would be?
Kenneth M. Walsh is a writer and editor in New York City. He has a career in media that spans two decades, with reporting and editing gigs at the New York Times, the New York Post, the Orange County Register, and the Arizona Republic. His site — Kenneth in the (212) — is one of the country’s most recognized LGBT blogs. He is currently a contributor to The Huffington Post and the Wall Street Journal’s Speakeasy blog.