By Hal Walter
It was the third such phone call from the school in seven school days; when I stopped the car about a mile from my house because I had forgotten something I really needed to bring to town, I sat there in the middle of the deserted dirt road slamming my fists on the steering wheel and cursing.
My son Harrison had just been suspended from school for the fourth time. Once he was sent home for being disruptive to the class. The following three times he’d actually struck out at teachers.