Where is Jerry Mathers when I need him most?http://www.greeleytrib.com/article/20070219/READERS/102190095 http://tinyurl.com/39td6s Guest Commentary by Jared Fiel February 19, 2007 I was 10 years old, and I was swinging high. My buddy, Sean, was pushing me on the two-seater swing on his front porch. I was stretched out on the seat pretending to be an astronaut ... or Tarzan ... or an Olympic bobsledder. And with one more big push, the swing rammed through the large front window of the house. Shattered it. We froze. Sean's parents weren't home (this was back in the day when parents were OK leaving 10-year-olds home...