I told him that in England a man was sent to prison for shooting a burglar who was breaking into his home, and Lonnie’s jaw dropped. It was as if I’d said that where I live, you have to walk on your hands between the hours of six a.m. and noon. “Now, that’s just crazy,” he said. Turning to the fellow next to him, he asked, “Did you hear that?” Then he turned back to me. “I’m telling you, Mike, sometimes I don’t know what this world is coming to.”
