Peter Schooff

It was Zach's idea to start a Beatles cover band in high school. Zach, you see, was a dead ringer for Paul McCartney.

It was him all right. Who else could it possibly be? It was Death himself, the Grim Reaper, cloaked all in black. He stood larger than life.

Dear Mrs. Machiavelli: My reason for this letter is to relay an incident that occurred with your boy, Niccolò, today in class.