He has changed his name a few times, possibly for artistic reasons, possibly to outrun us

An eccentric and fairly well-known artist in this town used to be our babysitter -- and he was a favourite sitter for me and my siblings for one main reason.

You know how kids always demand "Again! Again!" if something you do when you're playing with them is funny, until you are sick of obliging with repetition?

Well, he would actually do whatever "it" was again and again and again until WE were sick of it. That's dedication. Or patience. Or madness. Whatever it was, we LIKED it. Especially me, Queen of Overdoing It.

"It" by the way, would have been something like: walking along and pretending to not see the squeaky rubber chicken in his path, then stepping on it and shrieking. Really high-brow stuff.

Hi and thank you, The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As-Ian!