A quarter of a century ago, today: I left Kosovo after being there (in the region) since April. I found out my wife was pregnant soon after I got there, that she was having a boy during the hectic days when the NATO troops, including Americans rolled in in June, and got back in plenty of time for his arrival in December. A quick true story: I had an Albanian driver. They are kind of a weird people. He asked me, "You have children?" I said, "Yeah, two girls." He said, "Another child is coming. A son." All this before i knew. I laughed and told him if true I'd make the kid's middle name Skenderbeg, after the Albanian hero of the Dark Ages. But then, it turned out it WAS true. Didn't name the kid Skenderbeg, maybe I should have.