Somehow the reference to "The Professor" make me sound like some cigar store Indian standing outside the tobacco store while dogs walk by and sniff my leg.
I don't know why. But that is the image I get. Paint a more fun picture of this guy.
So, lest you think this is a stodgy old guy with a paunch and ratty tennis shoes, let me tell you he is fit of body and mind and cute as he can be.
And sometimes he catches his dinner — in the British Virgin Islands, no less.
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