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Like snowflakes and cornflakes, no father is completely alike.

Stage One: People live close to their relatives and friends,

I am always in awe of people who speak more than one language. Frankly, mastering English was a bit of a stretch for me (and yes, using the word “master” to describe my language skills is also a bit of a stretch). In high school, I spent three years in Spanish class. Three. Miserable. Years. That is time I can never, ever get back. And yet, after all that torture, the spanglish menu at Taco Bell can still be bewildering.

It's always in the back of my mind. I suppose that's true for anyone with a family member or friend in law enforcement. You can't help but have that tiny, nagging sense of dread that says, "What if ...?"