My father used to tell me never to talk to strangers but he never really told me how strangers looked liked and why I was never supposed to talk to them in the first place. Did they have a wooden leg for good measure? What about their hair style, was it like that of James Bond? My curiosity got the best of me and I got rather inquisitive about everything my father told me about strangers. One thing I knew is that strangers never adorned engraved name tags, that would have blown their cover much. And again, who would be stupid enough to wear on their chest an engraved name tag that read stranger in bold letters? Unless of course the stranger was no real stranger but a clown whose idea of being funny was adorning a name tag with the stranger name in bold. But as I grew up I got to understand everything in black and white.