The orbit of Albert's tiny, coffee-stained universe was elliptical and only rarely intersected that of the conventional world, generally in the vicinity of a Dunkin' Donuts. Some people called him a genius; some called him an idiot. He was inclined toward the latter opinion. To him, nothing made sense. He didn't think like most people. He didn't understand how they could spout their age, weight, Social Security Number, or home address off the top...