Here's my favorite entry:
O is for OzHe wrote this book in 1961, long before he had written any actual children's books.
Do you want to visit the wonderful far-off land of Oz where the wizard lives and scarecrows can dance and the road is made of yellow bricks and everything is emerald green?
Well, you can't because there is no land of Oz and there is no tin woodsman AND THERE IS NO SANTA CLAUS!
Maybe someday you can go to Detroit.
Wonderfully, and fittingly, Shel dedicates the book to Jean Shepherd. I guess they were friends -- Jean wrote the liner notes on Hairy Jazz.