As young girls, a friend and I would be on the phone, deeply engaged in a very serious conversation, and out of nowhere would come this deep, authoritative voice saying: “It’s 9 o’ clock.” It was her father. She would say “yes, sir” to him, “good bye” to me, and we’d hang up. One night he did this and I was so moved by it, not only did I get off of the phone, I stayed off of the phone and went and got in bed. . . as if it was my father telling me to do so! There was something about the Continue Reading