Ramsey Al-Rikabi on a speed boat: Russell Falkena certainly didn't row his aluminum fishing boat down West Street in Manhattan late last year.
And even if he did — if that was possible — Falkena definitely wouldn't do it with reckless disregard for traffic laws. After all, as he often says, he's a good, Christian man.
But somewhere in the deep machinery of New York City, somewhere between its Departments of Finance and Transportation, it was determined that Falkena had indeed run a red light in his rowboat at 10th Avenue and West Street on Dec. 10.
And Tom Marshall saves the punchline for the very end: The assistant principal works his way down the halls of his inner-city middle school, checking in with kids who think they know him pretty well.
"Cheyenne, come here, buddy," says Joe Molloy, flagging down a kid between classes. "You back in school? You doin' all right? What's my birthday?"
"March 13, 1961," the kid shoots back. It's their ritual.
But there's a lot the kids don't know about Molloy. When they catch wind of his old life in New York, they're deeply skeptical. There's no way.
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