First Day On the Job In the City That Works

Awake before dawn, he jumps into his clothes slides, headfirst, down the curling bannister inhales a bowl of cereal -- Thanks, Mom! -- and bolts out the door into the old used jalopy, where a nodding gunman bides his time in the backseat relishing the lamb's imminent slaughter secure in the thought that even if caught -- laughable, that -- he will post bail and be back out on the friendly streets