I had returned to Portsmouth where I was planning to go to a high school graduation with my father and my mother. The three of us boarded a car. I had never graduated from high school and even though I hadn't been to a high school in a long time, I was going to participate in the graduation.

As we drove along, my father and my mother began talking about six different topics – each graduating student would be asked to comment on one of the six topics.

One of the topics dealt with the right of the Palestinians to remain in Palestine. When my father began giving his opinion of the topic, I wondered what I would say about the topic.

I told my father I had no guarantee I would be asked about the Palestinians. I might be asked about any of the six topics. He told me not to worry, that he had seen many people fake what they had to say at graduations when they didn't know what they were talking about. I thought my old high school classmate and friend, Weinstein, would probably be at the graduation. I didn't want to foul up what I said in front of him.

My father and my mother continued talking about the Palestinian situation. Since the Palestinians had been born in Palestine, I thought they should be allowed to remain there, but I was unsure whether they should be fighting there.

When we arrived at the school, I stepped from the car and I donned a large brown coat lying in the front seat which I thought belonged to me. My father asked me how I felt and whether everything was all right. I answered, "Fine, except this coat doesn't seem to fit."

I looked at the coat and realized my father had a coat similar to mine. I had put on his coat by mistake. I took it off and put it back in the front seat. I then put my coat on.

We headed inside and I resumed considering what I was going to say.