He was one of those quite rare adults who communicate with small children fairly well and who love them all impartially--not in a sugary way but in a businesslike fashion that may sometimes entail a hug, in the same way that closing a big business deal may call for a handshake.

His mother called such people ignorant and superstitious, but his father only shook his head slowly and puffed his pipe and said that sometimes old stories had a grain or two of truth in them and it was best not to take chances. It was why, he said, he crossed himself whenever a black cat crossed his path.

Scaring people, especially in our day and time, is one of the hardest things on earth, as far as I am concerned.

Hairstyles change, and skirt lengths, and slang, but high school administrations? Never.

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

Practice is invaluable... honesty is indispensable.

Invitation to Dance- It’s a Dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the Dark. Especially in the Dark. May I have the pleasure?