TO be considered a veritable fountain of factual knowledge by the wife, the kids, the boss, or for that matter, anybody, is something most of us do not find terribly objectionable. Consequently, when some weird auto comes whipping down the street and your kid, wife, or boss, says, “Osgood! Lookit! What’s that?” there are three things you can do.
One, you can wriggle your toes in the dust, giggle, blush, and say you don’t know. Whereupon the kids will fall on you with savage blows, your wife or best girl will leave you, the boss will fire you, and your friends will whisper foul things behind your back.
Two, you can lie like a dog and inform your questioner that the weirdie is a “Gemulchnik V-7, made in Transylvania.” This…