Seems like maybe the young man could have offered to move some rocks himself, and maybe find his own glasses.
Oh, for sure. We'll see if there's any followup action after Dad gets home and tells junior that he saw the scrawny white-haired homeowner spending his Sunday afternoon moving rocks by hand to rebuild the wall. Dad seemed really surprised that the wall was already nearly rebuilt. I will note that Dad didn't offer to help me move rocks, either, though I was definitely acting like it was no big deal.
I was thinking that, too. A definite deficit of character. Better he should hustle the young miscreant over, but it wouldn't hurt for the two of them to do it together.
Well, too late for that now, the wall is all back together. If Junior were to show up, I could probably come up with some substitute yard work for him to do as penance, but I'm not holding my breath. And although I got Dad's business card when the glasses issue came up, he didn't ask for my contact info...