I just got a call from my father. He is in Europe right now, scheduled to return home to us tomorrow evening. He couldn't get back to his hotel due to the anti-war rallies in the street. He sounded distracted, concerned, upset.
I'm worried about him. I love my father, I respect my father... my father is my friend, and my roommate. I look forward to hearing about what he has to say about all of this. But more than that, I look forward to his safe homecoming, and to the hug that I will get and give when I see him.