I recently met Dumbledore. Actually, his name is Dick Todd, but he could be Albus Dumbledore’s brother. Not only do they look alike, with the white beard and long white hair, the places where they work are very similar. Every surface in his workshop is buried under mountains of car parts, oddly-shaped pieces of metal and plastic and rubber and glass, tools that I couldn’t begin to name, much less tell you their purpose, coffee cans full of odds and ends, and books, magazines, and drawings.

But the thing that captivates me most about Dumbledore—I mean, Dick Todd—is his curiosity and energy for whatever catches his attention.