In 1991 I was in high school.  One of my friends had come into possession of a car stereo of dubious origins, and he wanted to install it in his car.  Having a talent for installing stereos, I was summoned to perform the installation.

Of course, the tools I had for the task included such high-tech gadgetry as a pencil, a spiral-binder, and perhaps a few pieces of rock from the parking lot.  Despite the odds, I managed to get the stereo “installed”; a word we use loosely because the wiring job was questionable, and the lack of proper mounting hardware meant the stereo bounced around on top of the dashboard.

For that day, though, I was heralded a genius, and earned the nickname “Spock”.  It stuck throughout the remainder of my high school career, until I was nicknamed “Speaker Man” - fodder for another blog post.