Once upon a time my bachelor neighbor had invited a lady over to his house. When she stepped outside I was repairing a sprinkler head in my lawn and she smiled, said, "Good morning! What are you doing there?" I told her.
No sooner having answered her question, my neighbor's short fuse had reached its payload: He came roaring and accusing me of flirtation. He frothed at the mouth, he wished he'd had a gun, he showed me his right fist. His companion managed to step in between us and cool his temper before it escalated any further.
What to do to curb this or any domestic violence? There are enough laws, to be sure, on this matter. Will one day science provide the inoculation to curb such behavior? Do we want this kind of control? I don't.
On the other hand, with respect to the volatility of my neighbor that day, if I could I would have tied a rope around his ankle and then lassoed the other end to Voyager 1. But then ... someone would have had me arrested ... for domestic violence.
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-- BINK OWEN, Walla Walla