That's right, folks, he's back! I survived the shouty old man, I persevered through the points ignition inquiry, we battled his overdue books . . . twice . . . and then there was the used car incident.

There I was, minding my own business in the library office, when I saw him stroll in. Well, stroll is a bit of an exaggeration. He is old, and his stride was more of a hobble. At any rate, he locked his