I wandered today, to the store. You know the store you found, but only because you lived there first. I would have found it had you not found it first. You know that store. Fonks. To the outsider, I’ll bet they have no idea what a Fonks is or was. Fonks? Fonks! What’s a Fonks? Imagine you are sequestered in a small town, working on your doctorate in whatever and have nothing to do when you aren’t typing. It isn’t Friday or Saturday, so no football games to attend