David Bowie sang that the world is “Full of folk who don't know me.” I suppose that could be said about all of us. Full of folk who don’t know me. The world doesn't really know me at that well. And I suppose it’s only logical to presume that if folks don’t know me, I also do not know them. Not any of you, really. I don’t know if deep inside you are kind or hateful. Meek or bold. Caring or cold. Perhaps I don’t know if you like beer or do you like wine, or perhaps neither… or