We were not rich, but we felt that we were just fine. In those days, you didn’t have to have a whole lot of money to live the way you do now. A stamp was 3 cents; the subway was a nickel. And you didn’t think twice about being on the subway by yourself when you were 10 years old. The first time, I got lost. I missed the Broadway station, and I ended up way to the end of the line. I got off and went down the stairs—it was elevated—and I saw a policeman, and I told him I was lost and that I didn’t have another dime to get back to where I was going. What should I do? He gave me a dime, and I promised to pay him back. I never did.