Full Monk story coming....
Marilyn was fairly big (not fat–big) and had a commanding presence about her. When she asked for the stack of monk prints, it was with both intimidation and a sense of not knowing what the hell else to do that I promptly handed her the entire pile of Monk and expected that this was the last I would see of him. Then, to my sort of horrified astonishment, she simply turned away from me, took a few steps into the swirling rush of students, and began to hand them out left and right as if they were coupons to a new midtown chicken shack! When someone would ask her “What’s this?” or “Who’s that?” Marilyn quickly came back, with a reply and a tone that assumed the questioner’s total comprehension. She would just say “That’s MONK.”

Later that day Monk’s mug appeared here and there throughout ETHS–which, I should note here, is a good-sized school of some 3500 students. He was by no means all over the place, but he was making some appearances on bulletin boards as well is in the eddies of hallway flotsam that accumulate by the drinking fountains and such places.