My wife Denise and I were walking along the beach the other night when we encountered a group of people hanging out near the swinging rings.  We stopped to get some water at the drinking fountain, and I greeted a little boy, perhaps 4 or 5 years old, as he walked by. “Hello, shorty,” I said.  He eyeballed me but said nothing as he scampered past the fountain, then turned back once he’d reached the other side. “My name is...