I sat in the Hollywood, Ca. McDonald's eating my meal as I watched an apparently single young mom berating her young son several seats next to me. He was young, maybe seven or eight years old childish look of innocence still. But I feared that that look would be displaced with one of anger if his mom kept up that badgering diatribe on him; like you do this, you always do that, you are this and that...all negative words that I could see were her projection of anger that she most probably had for the father not being around. I...