Punctuation and capitalization writing practice

this is a mix of capitalization and punctuation errors here is the exact assignment

in this activity, you will practice your editing skills by correcting this letter. find all mistakes and correct them. write the entire letter correctly. to make it easier for you to determine the ideas in the letter, dashes have been used to separate some of the sentences. you may revise some sentences slightly if you wish. you may assume that the format of the letter is correct.

i have gone threw and fixed errors already but i want to know if i have missed any
below is the document that has the errors

555 centralia boulevard

abbotsville south carolina

june 7 2015

dear aunt mary

this letter is to you for my trip to new york city—i loved every moment of the trip you so thoughtfully gave me as my graduation present—would you like to hear about some of my favorite moments—

our plane landed at kennedy international airport on friday afternoon and we took a cab to our hotel in times square—our concierge us get tickets to these wonderful broadway plays – the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime-the king and i- and on the town—mom and i liked them all

on saturday we took a ferry ride to liberty island and toured the statue of liberty—it was so much bigger than i had ever imagined—on the ferry we met some other people from south carolina who were also on graduation trips—one guy recognized my clemson tee shirt and asked about it—he said do you go there—i said i will start in the fall—then he said i go there—after that we exchanged emails and cell phone numbers—now i already have a friend on that campus

in between the excursion to liberty island and the broadway shows mom and i got some time for shopping at bloomingdales and barneys—ill look fabulous in my new clothes—i will send you some photos to show what we bought—i even picked up some neat things for charley at fao schwarz but i think ill make him wait until his birthday

when monday morning came mom and i tried to think of some excuse to stay longer but we headed out to the airport like the responsible people we are—guess who was waiting for the flight to south carolina in the very same gate—if you guessed the guy i met at the statue of liberty youre right—he changed his seat assignment and we sat together the whole way home

aunt mary the trip was the best graduation present ever and i love you very much—next time the trip will be my present to you—just as soon as i graduate and get a very good job

love from your favorite niece

alexis

I may have missed a few but I hope this helps! Some of the punctuation may be wrong as I thought the dashes were quite confusing.

Explanation:

555 Centralia Boulevard

Abbotsville, South Carolina

June 7, 2015

Dear Aunt Mary,

This letter is to thank you for my trip to New York City.—I loved every moment of the trip you so thoughtfully gave me as my graduation present.—Would you like to hear about some of my favorite moments?—

Our plane landed at Kennedy international airport on Friday afternoon and we took a cab to our hotel in times square.—Our concierge helped us get tickets to these wonderful Broadway plays, – The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime,-The King and I,- and on The Town.—Mom and I liked them all

.

( I believe the listed plays should be capitalized.)

On Saturday we took a ferry ride to liberty island and toured the Statue of Liberty.—It was so much bigger than I had ever imagined.—On the ferry we met some other people from South Carolina who were also on graduation trips.—One guy recognized my Clemson tee shirt and asked about it.—He said, "Do you go there?"—I said, "I will start in the fall."—Then he said, "I go there."—After that we exchanged emails and cell phone numbers.—Now I already have a friend on that campus

.

In between the excursion to Liberty Island and the Broadway shows mom and I got some time for shopping at Bloomingdales and Barneys.—I'll look fabulous in my new clothes.—I will send you some photos to show what we bought.—I even picked up some neat things for Charley at Fao Schwarz but I think ill make him wait until his birthday

.

When Monday morning came, Mom and I tried to think of some excuse to stay longer but we headed out to the airport like the responsible people we are.—Guess who was waiting for the flight to South Carolina in the very same gate.—If you guessed the guy I met at the Statue of Liberty, you're right.—He changed his seat assignment and we sat together the whole way home

.

Aunt Mary, the trip was the best graduation present ever and I love you very much.—Next time the trip will be my present to you, just as soon as I graduate and get a very good job.

Love from your favorite niece,

Alexis

"the monkey's paw" is a rare story in that the theme is actually stated in the story. sgt. maj. morris tells the whites that the old fakir who put the spell on the paw said, "fate rules people's lives and those who interfere with fate do so to their sorrow." the message is a warning, but mr. white doesn't believe it. even though sgt. maj. morris makes it clear that he tried wishing with unfortunate results and he tries to throw the paw on the fire,   mr. white makes a wish for 200 pounds only to find that he receives the money when herbert dies in a factory accident. according to the fakir, then, because mr. white had wished for something he should not have had, his son lost his life.

the second wish that mrs. white encourages him to make is for herbert's return--one week after his death. when the strange knocking begins at the door during the windy night, mr. white panicks, believing that the previously dead but still mangled herbert could have walked home from the cemetary and is now at the door. because he fears what his wife will find if she opens the door, mr. white makes his third wish--for the noise to stop.

therefore, he uses his three wishes and to his sorrow, loses his son and disappoints his wife, who fervently believed that their son was at the door. she wanted him back, regardless of his condition.

explanation:

each morning i wrote my name

on the dusty cabinet, then crossed

the dining table in script, scrawled

in capitals on the backs of chairs,

practicing signatures like scales

while mother followed squirting

linseed from a burping can