When I ask my dog, Snickers, if he wants to go for a ride in the car his tail starts wagging furiously, and he starts running in circles and jumping on my legs with glee. My tail didn't wag, but I was just as excited the first time my father asked me if I wanted to go downtown with him on a Monday evening. I was a pre-adolescent, and in those days there were no shopping malls. The commercial hub of the city was in the heart of downtown. Back then, stores were not open past five o'clock in the evening. However, Mondays were an exception. Stores were open on Mondays until nine o'clock pm. My father was in the curious habit of going downtown by himself each Monday evening to "people-watch," as he called it. Gee, I was getting to go with him this time! After we parked the car, we walked to Maine St. and stood in front of Penney's department store. There, we watched crowds of people walking the sidewalks on both sides of the street. They were going in and out of the stores as they shopped. Eventually, Dad leaned down and said to me, "Ronnie, you know that no two people look alike, right?" Then he proceeded to tell me how much he enjoyed watching them and studying their features as they walked by. After a while, we went across the street to a drug store where I had my first fountain drink. I learned something about Walt Waggoner that evening. This panoply of characters on just one page of his sketches helps explain.