Talked to my dad last night. He just turned 89 in August. He was playing basketball in the local catholic church gym. They had to 'break in' to play. Someone came in off the street and told them what happened. They didn't know what to do, but go home.

The next year he sailed out from San Francisco. As they went under the Golden Gate bridge his two thoughts were how beautiful it was and I may never see the US again.