Memory from José Rivera
I remember like it was yesterday when this young man from Poland was first introduced to me. OMG, he was so stiff that I thought he was about to crack and I wondered how my daughter would make out with this young man. I learned later that the stiffness was actually an overabundance of courtesy and respect for my role. I was blown away. He never lost that special respect for me as a father figure even long after we had attempted to measure each other which glasses of potato vodka.