My Mom loved to tell the story of hanging her laundry out to dry in San Juan’s hot sun and tropical breeze. And how it seemed that by the time she got to the end of the line she could go back to the beginning and collect the dry clothes. It was the 1950s. She spent three years in Puerto Rico with my Father, a Physician who was stationed at Fort Buchanan. He ran a pediatric clinic open to the community. He most earnestly believed he was doing good by being there. They both feared La Perla.