In theory, I love rules. Rules make life easy. There’s right. There’s wrong. None of my limited energy is wasted on unneeded thinking. I’ve come to realize, however, as most people do, that this love of mine is on a macro level only. On a case by case basis, we often want a splash of common sense and sometimes even a dab of decency to color the thinking
of those charged with enforcing the rules we live by. Take, for instance, the case of Kevin, my best friend’s son.