When I was in college my dad would never come home after 9pm or so. One Saturday night it's 9:30 and he's nowhere and this is before cell phones so I call the golf course where he works and there's nothing. Eventually one of his friends rings me up to tell me my dad has been arrested but everything is fine. There's a buddy he sells golf balls to and he's a lawyer just show up at the jail tomorrow to pick him up. So I have this bomb that goes off in my head if I get a call from my dad too late in the evening. And these days he calls me late just to tell me stories he forgot to relay about his day at the cancer clinic. Tonight, it was about a lady that takes requests and sings to patients and he reenacted it with his gravelly screechy voice how she sang "Besame Mucho" but he was so happy and I wasn't scared for a bit.