Dad answered the phone. I'll never forget the emotion in his voice. I don't think he believed we'd get out of Panama alive or really ever arrive within striking distance of them after all these years on distant shores. We had arrived in San Diego and he couldn't believe it. My dad was a pretty stoic guy à la 1950s era when dads were supposed to be the disciplinarian, and no-shows of tender feelings. He cracked with my phone call. It touched me.