The concrete details of a vivid emotional experience have faded, and my notebook is only so much help. But this much I know. On September 10 I spent several hours with the Moldy Peaches and (was it?) 20 kids between the ages of one and 12. We were in the house where Kimya Dawson grew up, the house where she still lives at 29, though God knows she's been around. It's a small house by the standards of Bedford Hills, a leafy hamlet an hour north of midtown—a family house, built by Kimya's great-grandfather. And from seven in the morning until six or so at night, the four rooms on the first floor are devoted to the family business: a fully licensed day care center. Even Kimya's systems analyst dad joined on about a decade ago, thus occasioning one of the day's many remarkable sights—a man over 50 changing the diaper of a... More >>>