Though he was not the only New Yorker on the bench, he was the only spoiled-rotten Italian kid brought up proud and scrapping in Queens and familiar with rude Sicilian gestures.

Accordingly a young chap wearing his hat over the left eyebrow, some clerk I suppose, - there must have been clerks in the business, though the house was as still as a house in a city of the dead, - came from somewhere up-stairs, and led me forth.

A goodly Armour, and full rich aray, / Which long'd to Angela, the Saxon Queene, / All fretted round with gold, and goodly wel beseene.

Following the Yankee Homecoming road race each year, his shop's small parking lot is the scene of a neighborhood celebration. “I'm an official water stop for the road race,” Boothroyd shares.I love being here.