A few days ago, I received a call from a stranger. He said he’d found my phone number on a check that had been inadvertently left behind at a store in the Dimond Center. Apparently the young man to whom I had issued the check had forgotten it on the counter there.
The young man’s mother is currently searching for the aliens who sucked most of his brains out when he hit his teens. She’s pretty sure that has to be the reason for such a major lapse on his part. Or, she suggested, he was just being 16.
The