Aunchalee was eight month's pregnant. We hadn't picked any names yet. So, as I climbed on the bus tearfully waving to her, and as she was tearfully waving back to me, we just yelled to each other. And that's what happened. No great mystery.
Pragmatism strikes again.
That was in May 1972. Aunchalee our daughter was born June 12th. I received the news through the American Red Cross. I couldn't wait for my coming home. There was such an overwhelming sense of anticipation.