My father told me never to cheat or steal and I remember my intense humiliation1the day, only 6 years old, I received a public spanking for swiping three dimes from the windowsill2where they had been left by a visiting uncle. Yet my father pushed me under the turnstile to get into the subway and got me into the movies for half fare, way after I was old enough to pay full price.And my mother continually brought home reams of stationery and other supplies lifted from the offices where she worked.