This morning, arriving home from my radiation session, I kick my sandals off in the garage, enter the kitchen, put a cinnamon raisin bagel in the toaster, go into the den, turn on the computer, go to the FTF site, go back and get my bagel, then sit at the computer perusing the latest gossip and news. A few minutes later my wife yells for me to come here quick. She's by the sliding doors to the pool and the last time she did that there was a water moccasin in the cage area. Anyway, she says there's a woman screaming down the street so I go out on the lanai and I hear 2 women screaming. I can't see down the street because of a large P.U. truck that parks in the driveway behind my house so I walk towards the sidewalk, just shorts and a t-shirt on, no shoes/sandals, (it's almost 80) and armed with the bottom half of the raisin bagel I hadn't eaten yet. I'm thinking "why do I have this with me? I get to the sidewalk and see a sheriff car and the women are still screaming. I hear one yell get back and I see a guy move toward the sidewalk, then I see a female deputy wrestling with our local criminal on the ground. A woman (momma) is standing over her screaming, and the kids Dad is standing in the driveway. I begin running towards the deputy (shoving the bagel into my right front pocket) to give her a hand with the criminal but just as I get up there she gets him cuffed and brings out her taser. The kids brother who had started walking away turns and comes at me yelling for me to get out of here, you have no business here and you aren't wanted. Now I'm thinking, we are going to start dancing here in a moment and I'm thinking it wasn't too smart to leave the house with just a half of a bagel. What happened next was the Dad had recognized me and told his older son to back off and shut up and let me be. Momma had slowed her screaming and was pleading for her criminal son to stop fighting and be nice and listen to the police. As the Dad turned towards me I saw blood coming from below his right eye and I got closer I could see a pretty good cut. I asked him if he was okay and I asked the deputy if she was okay. Both said they were, and the Dad looked at me and said "he was beating me" and then he raised one side of his shorts and showed a good sized bruise and abrasion on his upper thigh saying " he did this", and then pointing to his nice new Excursion he pointed out a fresh large dent on the front fender where his kid had kicked it during the fight. The sheriff helicopter was flying overhead, and several minutes later another deputy arrived and they put criminal kid into the car. After leaving and walking back home, I was thinking about the Dad. When I was talking to him there was a cumulative of things going on, he was surprised, but angry because his kid was beating him, he was embarrassed because it was out in the open, and ashamed because his pride as a "man" was damaged. I really feel bad for him, but maybe now he'll boot the little thieving, wanna be gang banger out (he's 20) out to the street. Now there could be two morals (or more if you care to add some) to this story, 1: don't come running when your wife calls, or 2: if you do go see what she wants, put the bagel down first.