Koharsky is Com's good-natured pal. We promised we wouldn't badger him for his first name. When we prodded if it was something like "Chanteclier" or "Fauntleroy," he sighed and replied, "I wish." Koharsky should be familiar to us all. He's the kid in school with perpetually untied shoelaces. He's the kid who brought the same mustard and potato chip sandwich for lunch each day. He's the kid who always produced a ten-time-folded, mangled homework paper from deep in a pant pocket. He's the kid who still walks around looking for his lucky cat's-eye marble he lost three years ago. But most of all, he's the kind of kid who you knew was somebody's really good friend.