"Wanamaker? He's a trouble-maker!" This, my wife told me, not once but many times. Did I listen? No, but I should have. Wanamaker is a deep thinker. He is philosophically opposed to driving, so he sticks mostly to our town and rides his bicycle everywhere. Even in Winter. Even in snow. A couple of days ago, he came into the store. It was blazing hot outside, and while he is philosophically opposed to Air Conditioning, his convictions do not prevent him from coming into my store to cool down. "I have made an important advance in Political Science," he told me, interrupting my work. "OK. What is it now?" I asked, against my better judgement. He pulled out a piece of paper with a cartoon on it; "It's a happy elephant," I said. "Where is its rear-end?" "Not important," continued Wanamaker. "Now what does a picture of an Elephant remind you of?" "The zoo?" I asked. "No, no!" he...