Health in Harmony
In 4th grade, I fractured my right humerus in an arm-wrestling match with my elementary-school crush and shortly afterward caught a terrific bout of cold.
Lines and Letters
You have to be buzzed in to enter the Institute Library — an unusual formality in the otherwise casual hullabaloo of Chapel Street, and yet it lends the institution an air of old-timey charm. I press the button, wait for a crackling, and when asked, “What are you here for?” answer honestly: “I’d like to see the books.”