For some reason, my little brother has taken to pinning maps up onto all the walls of his apartment.  He’s got an atlas up there along with a Lincoln Square Chicago neighborhood guide and maps of ancient Rome, medieval Japan, and even a layout of what the ancient super continent Pangaea used to look like.  I’ve got friends who are real interested in history or learning another language like Spanish, Japanese, or even Latin.  So this isn’t that odd to me.  And it’s much better than when he cut out the Masonic eye out of those dollar bills and tacked them up on the wall in the shape of a larger eye.  Our parents made him go and see a doctor for that.  This whole map thing is making them nervous too, but not as much.  I tried to explain to them that Pete is a weird little kid and weird little kids do weird things.  When that didn’t help, I told it all just a hobby.  Was it a bad thing that he’d know where every city in the world was?   Mom and Dad should be happy he’s into maps and stuff instead of drugs or joining a gang.  Things can always be worse.