About 40 years ago I wrote this story with the help of ideas from my young adopted son, Scott, who was sadly taken from us a few years ago because of a long-term, off and on drug addiction. Scott was one of the most loving people I have ever known. Thinking about it has been almost unbearable. During much of his youth I was away from home a lot of the time due to my work. I have partially blamed myself for his problems. I cannot bring back the past,...