John Schoneboom is a bipedal anthropoid who revels in the sensitivity of his own fingertips. Ask him for his card; he's probably got a David Wright in his wallet.
John recalls scratching his leg like mad all the way home from school one day, only to discover upon eventual trouser removal the shmeared remains of a whole cricket.
John is willing to put his foot down. I'll give you an example. He doesn't care what you call it. He doesn't care what they call it. He doesn't care what anyone calls it or what it says on the side of the building. He's still calling it Shea.
The following features bear John's insidious imprint: