Today after school a reporter stopped by. He wanted me to tell the story of my Dad. He wanted to know what kind of a person my Dad was. He wanted to clear my Dad's name of the tragedy he was involved in 25 years ago. I didn't know what to say because my dad had always told me never to say anything to reporters. I felt comfortable with this guy, though. I told him I'd have to get back to him. But what should I do? I don't want to disobey my father but I do want the public to know that he is a good man and he wasn't to blame for a balcony, in a theatre, falling and killing twenty-two children. Why can't everybody just forget what happened. It's been 25 years already.