A sweet man, Sidewinder was. Loved his wife. Gave to bums and dropouts as well as charity. Adored kids. Mended stray dogs’ broken legs. Put new clutches up old ladies’ beloved old bangers. Fixed dripping taps(*), leaking gutters, porch roofs or rooves. One bedtime he tackled Kafka's "Metamorphosis" . . . when he woke up . . . life’s so unfair.
(*) faucets when you cross The Pond.