I'd like to take a moment to note my father's (probably temporary) retirement. He's left a line of work he'd been in since before the last US helicopters left the embassy in Saigon, and he's the kind of guy who marks important moments in his life that way -- so I come by it naturally.
He really left it all on the road -- as of 5PM yesterday, he was still corresponding with colleagues, as if he was going to find some last little gem to put out before he left. I think I probably would have just run out the clock starting sometime in June.
Congratulations, dad. Even without a job you're still wealthier than me, so dinner's still on you for a while yet.
 Stories have been told, multiply. (Of course, by the time the US diplomats returned to Vietnam, the embassy was moved to Hanoi, and Saigon was called Ho Chi Minh City.)
 Seriously. I've seen the emails. I'm relatively certain they weren't being sent from a movie theater, this time.