we’ve all got knives; it’s 1183
For once in my life someone gives me a nickname, and then in the next breath gives it to someone else. Good grief. Craig, it’s all yours, I didn’t like it anyway.
Speaking of shivs, though, I wonder how Steve heard in advance about the incident later that afternoon. The gatekeeper at the Paramount (where I had an errand) was having trouble with a package, and I offered him my pocket-knife; he said, “Whom were you planning to kill with this?”