Carpundit proposes a punishment for the Houghton's Pond lifeguards who allegedly wouldn't give CPR to the little kid:

... Dismissal is too easy a punishment. The article was optimistic about the child's prognosis, so I'll assume a full recovery. In which case the lifeguard(s) should be pilloried, flogged, and then dismissed.

Because it was such a nice morning, and we had some time to kill, Greta and I drove over to Houghton's Pond this morning.

As usual, I took my camera with me (Greta and Nancy have somehow learned to tolerate me and my camera). As Greta effortlessly went around the monkey bars (the playground there has an unusual round set), I took some pictures (I love how she can do that; maybe because, as a kid, I sucked at it). We played tag for a few minutes. Then we walked over to the snack bar, got some chicken fingers and fries and went over to the beach for lunch.

A State Police trooper in a cruiser slowly drove down the pathway behind the beach. He then turned around. When he came even with us, he stopped. Got out of the cruiser. Greta courteously offered him a fry. And when she skipped a few feet away, he asked if he could talk to me.

Seems somebody had reported a suspicious character with a camera. He asked me some basic questions, such as my name, where I'm from, what I was doing with the camera - and when he called out to Greta to ask her name, he pretended not to understand what she'd said to see what I'd say.

To his credit, he was professional and polite - waiting until Greta was out of immediate hearing range was a nice touch (even still, afterwards, she asked me why he wanted to talk to me - I told her he was just making sure everything was OK). But it's kind of sad knowing that I can't take photos of my own kid without somebody calling the State Police - and that I now apparently look like a perv.