I made a cup of coffee and drank it, and I went to the closet for my windbreaker, and somewhere around eight o'clock I went downstairs and walked over to 72nd and Broadway to catch the West Side IRT. I had my hands in the pockets of my windbreaker, and in a trouser pocket I had my burglar's tools.

And for the life of me I couldn't tell you why.

I suppose it must have been automatic. I was going to work, even though I knew my work would be strictly limited to reconnaissance. But a man on his way to work takes the tools of his trade along with him, and that was precisely what I did.

Halfway to the subway station, I realized what I'd done. I thought about going home and putting the tools back where they belonged, and I decided it was a fool's errand. No one was going to put his hand in my pocket, with the possible exception of myself. I wouldn't be doing anything illegal, so no cop would have a reason to frisk me. And it wasn't as if I were walking along with a loaded gun on my hip. They were burglar's tools, that's all. They weren't apt to go off on their own.

Riverdale's a part of the Bronx, but don't be ashamed of yourself if you hadn't known that. They're doing everything they can to keep it a secret. In the classified ads, underHouses for Sale, there's a special section of listings for Riverdale after the Manhattan listings. Then come the Bronx listings, following along after them.

The subway's elevated by the time it gets to the northern reaches of Manhattan, so you can watch through the window as the train crosses the Harlem River and presses on through Kingsbridge and into Riverdale. If you do, you won't spot a billboard that proclaims "RIVERDALE-PART OF THE BRONX AND DAMN PROUD OF IT!" It'd make a nice billboard, but so far no one's been prompted to put one up.