Reminded me of the time me and some friends went to a hockey game on “hockey stick” night, in Pittsburgh. Everyone got a free hockey stick. I was 9. Back then, it was nothing for a bunch of 9 year-olds to go to a hockey game in the city on their own. We knew how to use public transportation.

As we waited for the bus outside the arena, a pack of young thugs, probably 12 or 13, wielding knives jumped us to get our hockey sticks. We were so dumbfounded, we gave them right up (probably a smart move on our part). All except for little Billy Tepe, who was about 7 or 8. He just hung onto his stick and cried — the thugs let him keep his. I was thinking, “Now, why didn’t I do that?”