My nephew and godson has grown to be a man. A large man, mind you, but a man nonetheless. He’s a huge help to me around the house, and on car projects, and in all, as good a godson as you might ask for. He has but one trouble: He is in the way. Wherever you go, there he is. Tonight, at dinner with Parter and mom, just before my midwinter’s haircut, partner labelled the phenomena:

The Epicenter of Inconvenience.

Yes, some are drawn to the Epicenter of Inconvenience like tornadoes to a trailer park, and hover there like a swarm of pecker gnats in the air above your mojito. THe nephew is one such.