My neighbor, Mr. Wilson, had always been very boorish and never hesitated to scream at me for stepping on his grass. One day, he decided to go out behind his house and fix the tenuous wooden bridge that was constantly collapsing or loosing pieces. He knew it needed something to help it stay up stronger, so he started the process of bolstering it up. He simply tempered steel by applying heat until it was bendable and then using liquid nitrogen to cool it down. The lackluster metal blended in with the rustic, natural surroundings. I was proud that he had overcome his usual grumpiness and invited me over to see his much improved
