This is the beginning of an adventure. Somewhere between play, curiosity, possibility, outrage and a daughter's thought of 'what if?'

Last night MyLife.com popped up and asked me if I would like to reconnect with Robert Caigan. It says that I can send him an email. I don't know what their source is, but my father died in 1978. Sick, twisted, funny...the beginning of a play?

Perhaps the internet is the new immortality and my father, I thought died before he could enter it. Apparently not so. I had just stated to my husband, "I think something new is coming", a shift.

Now I am going to send an email to my father...