John Schoneboom is often asked by a particular six-year-old boy to provide quiz questions to relieve the monotony of a metro ride. As a result, Schoneboom studies, Schoneboom knows things. Alpha Centauri? 4.2 lightyears. And it's three stars, not one.
One time a dentist said wow when looking in John's mouth. His teeth and breath were top drawer and his gums were absolutely stellar, but -- and John had not known this until that day -- the bony protuberances below his bottom teeth in the space below his tongue were highly unusual.
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: