"When I was young," Potter begins, as Radar rushes about the office, "I told my father I wanted to be a doctor. He looked at me and said, 'Son, now why would you want to do a foolish thing like that?'"
Radar nods, listening without hearing.
"Well, I mustered up what courage I had, and looked him square in the eye. 'So I can get you off the drink,' I said." A pause. "That night, I got the belt."
Radar stops.
"Showed the old coot, I did it anyway." Potter sighs, signing his name to the forms marked Grave Registration.