Look at that steely reserve. Check out that iron gaze. This a man sure of his own mind. This is a man born to lead. Just this morning, Ezra was instructing me as I flew the kite. Again and again, he ordered me to give it more string. It got to the point where (sweaty brow and palms) I had to inform him "I cannae give it more string!" You see, there was no more string to give, yet still Ezra drove for more , Suddenly the wind dropped and the kite became entangled in the trees. Henry asked Ezra if he wanted to stop proceedings and try a u-turn. His response? " You turn if you want to. The baby’s not for turning! "