bucky, that reminds me of a little story. My brother, 8 years older, convinced me that I would not be allowed into first grade (my school didn’t even have kindergarten), unless I knew all the words to “Puff, the Magic Dragon,” which are not the easiest words to learn at 5 1/2. But I did, and when my mom took me for the placement testing, I wanted so desperately to get in, that I, extreme introvert, told the tester, “I’ll sing ‘Puff’ for you now.” And I did. She just looked at me like I was a Fruit Loop, and gave me the test. My brother nearly died laughing when we got home and Mom told him what I’d done. She didn’t know how he was extorting Puff from me.