He always checked under the cushion before sitting down, or under the chair itself if the cushion couldn’t be lifted. He never explained why, and it seemed impudent on my part to press him on the matter. I assumed a level of paranoia on his part, not uncommon for those of a certain generation. The war, and all that, changed them in ways they were unprepared for. I admit, not having served, I doubt I would have handled all that happened to those men and women. While I did not serve, remind me sometime to explain my role in the whole matter. I am not as innocent of the outcomes as might seem evident at first blush.