“Aren’t you a little old to be sent to the principle’s office?” said the little girl. “It wasn’t my fault,” said Craven. “It was that Billy Munson, the little bully!”
“All you have to do,” said the school attendant at St. Ignatius elementary school, “is to make sure no student gets run over. It’s simple. This is your stop sign and this is your whistle.
Some mornings, on my way to work, I stand over a subway grate at the SW corner of 52nd street and Lexington Avenue in Manhattan and breathe in the essence of Marilyn Monroe.