I knew father only from mother's anger, and the quest of my life has been to find the key to his mind which, I believed, would be his poetry. In 1999 my husband Paul finally found both father and mother's poetry in the microfilm of the University of Chicago Daily Maroon. I'm so grateful that Paul, rather than I, was the finder, because it enabled him to become an integral part of this journey of understanding. And it gave him the opportunity to give me something of such deep importance that he glows with his gift. And that, in itself, is another gift.