Baltazaar McRiddle

Standing five feet ten inches with dark brown hair. He was a scholar in both poetry and the art of fencing. In fact upon numerous summer vacations to upstate New York as a middle-aged child he would often challenge, and best some of the fencing team at ivy league powerhouse Cornell. Needless to say this left them humiliated but Balty (as he was referred to by his peers) on the other hand - elated.

Between bettering his fencing and waiting for his father to complete the afternoon summer school lectures in remedial Biology, Balty would hone his other skill in poetry. He refused to sit in a tree. He always said, poets who do that &$%* should be struck from the record of life (meaning eradication of course). He preferred it on the ground and that's where his words stirred heavy emotion amongst nearby listeners.

As you might imagine, this is a classic story of a youngster who peaked early in life. With so much passion carrying over to bravado, one could only hope to sustain a modest amount of humility. After an untimely accident while in the eleventh grade, he lost the ability to compete at the two things he did best and was thus reduced to mediocrity.

So goes the story of Baltazaar McRiddle