On Saturday night, still visiting my daughters at college, we were walking back to our B&B after getting ice cream. We passed along a row of fraternity houses. On the steep roof of one of the houses (a three-story house) was a group of college boys…walking on the steepest pitch of the roof, for no apparent reason.

Kind of gave me a different perspective about those stories of college tragedies. Imagine, for example, a headline on tomorrow’s paper that might read, “Twenty-year old plunges headfirst to death from the roof of a fraternity house.”

If the boys were so careless about the preciousness and fragility of their lives…well, it’s their lives to waste.

I’ll still feel sorry for the parents, though.

Actually, I felt sorry for them even without a tragedy.