I travel often, so my routine is always getting scrambled. But on a standard sort of day, I get up at 6, pack lunches, hustle the kids off to school, then brew a pot of coffee and head downstairs to the dungeon, as I call it: my cobwebby office in the basement.

I don't flinch from darkness, but I've always been bothered by what I call gore-nography.

Just about every weekend when I was growing up, we would throw rods and rifles and tents and shovels and pickaxes into the back of the truck and then head off to the side of a mountain or the bottom of a canyon. Hiking, fishing, hunting, rock-hounding: this is how my parents passed the time.

It seems like once or twice a day, school kids are coming into our office bringing in checks. Schools have really come forward.

Chapman school administrators did report the incident to the district office at the end of day. (The Human Resources department) is currently investigating why school administrators from Chapman did not notify authorities immediately, which is standard procedure concerning matters like this one.

It's always a wake-up call to get beaten.