1. No, CCNY was not for the children of the rich, although it was no longer free, as it was in my father's day. I took poetic license for a good punchline.
2. Yes, I left out a comma [perhaps because I was in a coma. :) ]
3. I never met Baldwin, but when I moved into my office in New Africa House, I discovered in the desk drawer a stack of old door name plates from previous occupants, and one was indeed "James Baldwin." We walk in the footsteps of giants.
Friday, May 22, 2020
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"We walk in the footsteps of giants". Yes, just as those of us who follow you on your blog. Some of us might stumble a bit, but the walk is ever worth it.
I am, as the expression goes, CCNY 1969. As I remember there was a bursar's fee of $47 (which may have drifted upward during my four years). The state of New York bought my text books. I had a subway pass that took me from the Bronx to CCNY (except during a subway strike when I walked).
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