John and I were paired together on a trip that involved a little longer than a two-hour break between flights at Newark Airport. Shortly after our arrival we were whisked off to a family dinner, Portuguese-style. Because I was John’s friend, I was family. Mom, Dad, aunts, uncles, cousins. Clams, mussels, whitefish. We were treated like kings. With barely a word of English spoken, I learned more about John’s background then he could ever tell me.