As far back as he could remember, John had always been late. For breakfast, for school, even for Sunday afternoon rides with his parents and older brother to get ice cream cones - he was last in line. Behind his younger brother, too. His mother had to hurry him so often, she got tired of saying, "Come along, John." For his ninth birthday, John got a greeting card from his brother with those words on the envelope, and the nickname stuck. Life in 1950,...