He is glad he is able to walk. On a recent visit home I sat at the kitchen table with my mother, who is ninety-two, and put before her all the clippings I had collected about Jason Lind. That boy, all burned up, apologizes in the emergency room. He knew what he had done was noodleheaded. Of course, I'm just guessing.
Nobody knows, and it's none of our business.
I asked my father, who is eighty-seven, what he would do if Jason were his son. He rubbed the top of his bald head thoughtfully. He's learned the hard way. He's not going to do it again. Get burned for a while, you know all about it.