When his 17-year-old son got home from school one afternoon last week, Richard Claytor met him at the door with the soberest of looks on his face.
“He thought he was in some kind of trouble,’’ Claytor said with a wry chuckle. “And I thought about calling his bluff and waiting to see if he admitted to anything, but I thought better of it. My kid’s not a trouble maker or a troubled kid. We just needed to get ‘the talk’ out of the way.’’