“I caught this one playing basketball upside down last week,” boasted twelve year old Winston to his best girl Cynthia.
Winnie was quite a lopsided youngster, a combination of amateur entomologist, obnoxious comedian, and inveterate ladies’ man. He spent all his spare time learning the exact distinctions between insects and arachnids, probing each individual creature’s head, thorax and abdomen with insatiable juvenile glee. His sweetheart, Cynthia, knew that he was such a good kid, in spite of his odd tendencies. Although he was a typical square, with horn-rimmed eyeglasses, she knew he was exactly the right boy for her.