Going to the 7-11 isn't traveling around. I can't say that he's a bad father, I don't know the man. My only concern is that he's saying he didn't call the police until the next morning (he'd said in prior interviews he did so to report him missing).
Everything I've seen shows he trusted and loved his son dearly and knew him to be basically a good kid. There were a few school issues where he showed he was no angel, and a whole lot like a lot of teenagers out there who try pot and start to feel their 'adulting' 17 years - that is, starting to grow into a man.
My son tried pot at that time, and he had a few school issues, minor, but all in all, not much to worry about. Today I am waiting to go to his graduation from college in a few weeks (YAY!!) where he is graduating Magna Cum Laude, (Yay again!) and he's on his way to his next step to where he plans to eventually get his PhD. And he's an INCREDIBLE son - in all ways.
His mother states Trayvon had
never been in a fight (well, once as a pre-schooler with his brother lol) - but absolutely no
real fights he'd ever been in ...so say his classmates as well that he was one not ever prone to fighting, or ever had any violent tendencies (we can't say the same for Zimmerman.)
Tray had never been in trouble with the law, and from his father, they had an excellent relationship. I think when Tracy and his fiance came home at 10:30 and they saw he was not home, it was just as they thought had happened:
Back at the Retreat at Twin Lakes, Tracy Martin and Brandy Green returned to her town house around 10:30 p.m. to find her son, but not his. Trayvon had gone to the store, Chad explained.
The adults did not panic. Trayvon was 17, after all. Maybe he had gone to visit a cousin in nearby Oviedo, or maybe he had met a girl along the way, and was chatting her up. Mr. Martin called TrayvonÂ’s cellphone, but it went straight to voice mail. Then he called the cousin, who did not answer, but he expected the young man to call back. They went to sleep.
Early next morning, no sign of Trayvon, still. Mr. Martin called his sonÂ’s cellphone, which again went to voice mail. He then repeatedly called the cousin until he answered, only to share the distressing news that he had not seen Trayvon.
Now it was Mr. Martin calling 911. He reported that his son was missing, and then described what his son was wearing. Soon he was outside, meeting a couple of responding police officers. One of them took out a photograph of a body from a folder.
“Next thing I heard was a scream,” Ms. Green said. “I never want to see anybody in that kind of pain again.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/02/u...-a-review-of-ideals.html?pagewanted=7&_r=1&hp
He was 17, knew he was a good kid, and didn't freak out. Figured he'd be home soon, and went to bed.
