Since my friend Ethel died recently at the age of 85, I’ve been thinking about what made her such a special soul. Ethel and I met in the 1980s at Jane Addams, the South Bronx vocational high school where she taught cosmetology and I ran the school library. Like so many of us at Addams, Ethel and I loved the school, were dedicated to our students, and forged a life-long friendship. (See Mr. October, Magazines for the Principal , and The Diary of a Young Girl) We both lived...