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.
"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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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