Brian Jaffe

Barry was an embarrassment to his parents and a disturbing representative of the Golden clan. He raced through life, self-conscious and terrified, with facial tics and dramatic gesticulations, blurting out loud musical chirps, squeaks and other vocal magic. Misdiagnosed as a potentially dangerous schizophrenic, it was for Barry, with an odd sense of relief, that he was finally hospitalized in I-6, New York Presbyterian’s lock down mental health facility; a strange place to learn what life was really about.