This may sound childish. Back a few decades, I got off the subway to see a huge hoodlum just beating the stuffing out of a well dressed man . I remember bellowing "What the He'll is going on here! " and the bully got up and his victim ran off. He looked at me with evil ,ready to maul another victim. And he sized me up, saw the adrenaline in my face, and thought better off it and slunked away. I wonder what I would do at this age. My muscles are long gone and I'm still a nice guy, but cynicism comes with the ages. Would someone do the same for me?
Makes me sad.