Walter was a retired widower. His senior legs were strong, his night vision good, and his beard speckled salt and pepper. He was an avid reader. At one time, he played golf, sailed with his friends and tasted the best of wines. The fight had brought it all to an end. Now, he walked alone, ate alone and read his books alone.
After tying the RV to the earth, he sat in his sofa and gazed through the pine trees at the lake. Then, he picked up his book, "Reflections at Walden", and began the last chapter. He was almost finished when he heard a loud pounding on the door.
"What the devil!" he thought.
He looked through the window in the door. It was his son. It was his only son.
He refused to open the door and shouted out, "What do you want? How did you find me?"
"Technology. Now, Dad open the door. We need to talk."
"I have nothing to say to you. Leave me alone. You will never hit me again. Now, go away."
"Dad, open the door."
"Go away. I never want to see you again.. You don't belong to me."
"Dad, just sign these papers and I'll leave you alone."
Walter opened the door. He grabbed the papers and pen out of his son's hands. He scribbled his signature on the bottom line and shoved the papers back at him.
"Here. It won't do you any good. I gave all the money away to charity."