After playing phone tag with my dad for a week, he finally called me today. We had a nice, longggggggggggg conversation. Dad was coherent for most of it. Towards the end his mind started to wander and he was back in WWII. Apparently there was an incident aboard a submarine he served on that involved an Arkie. Dad's parting words to me was a bit of advice. He warned me to never let anyone here in Arkansas know that I was the child of two yankees. I immediately thought of you. Keep my secret okay?