kenny and the compass
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.03.02
Recently, I've been buying some camping and SHTF/eotwawki preparation gear. One parcel arrived with a gift from the vendor - a small key fob with a compass.
I explained the compass to Kenny and showed him that the red needle always pointed in one direction no matter which way he could turn the thing. I could see that he was reading the bearings on the compass, so I asked him on a whim a question that I thought might be tricky. "Kenny, can you find the 'SE' on the compass?" This should have been the trickiest question, because he knows E, W, and N from his name.
Immediately, he turned the compass so that the red needle pointed to 'SE'.