“Back in the olden times I bet the most rewarding chore of the day was throwing the slop water out into the street and hitting passers by. Them, standing there drenched, looking up, smiling, waving their finger at you. You, in the upstairs window, shrugging your shoulders, grinning, with a ‘guilty as charged’ look creeping across your face. It was their way of saying, ‘Hey, I kid around a lot, but it’s just because I care.’ ” (>>)