The city appeared on the point of explosion, and as I watched the tension build in Milwaukee, it seemed inconceivable to me that anything so enormous could have been generated by my son. My mind recalled only a young man who was passive and more or less nondescript, a failure at almost everything he'd ever tried, a mixer in a chocolate factory, a job that placed him barely above a menial laborer. Now he was not only famous, but the catalyst for a thousand different reactions.
