Halt!
When I was about 13 I was seeing this girl named Mary. On this particular night we were in the vestibule of her apartment house doing some light kissing, all of a sudden her Dad appeared at the inner door, so I said a hastily bid good night and made my way out onto Wycoff Avenue. I decided that I’ll go to the poolroom about 15 blocks north of where I was. There were two ways to get there, one was by bus and the other by subway. I preferred the bus. I was wearing a rather distinct sports coat, one with beige patches on the elbows and one on the shoulder, it was supposed to look like a “hunters’ jacket”. As I made my way along Wycoff Avenue I looked about 5 blocks south where the bus would turn onto Wycoff, before that the bus wasn’t visible. I was getting close to the subway station and could hear a train approaching through the gratings on the street. I really wanted to take the bus, but I started running towards the train station. I kept turning around to see if the bus had made ...