Jeff Richardson
In 1971, Sam Wheaton was the smallest kid in the 4th grade. Everyone called him, the Weed. Even the nuns thought him a twiddler and dreamer. It didn't help that he sometimes wore his favorite arrow hat and always carried 'round an umbrella. Being observant he learned early on about phonies. One ill-fated day whilst exiting his school bus, the Weed was struck and killed by a passing car. The phonies at school didn't even sneeze. A tarot reader told his inconsolable mom that Sam was now at sea.