Father's Day: A Triptych

September 22, 1984: The air in the room is heavy, suffocating, moist.  We are on the second floor of a 100-year-old house near downtown Eugene, Oregon.  There is a small wooden sign on the patch of lawn in front of the building: Lucinia Birth Home.  We've been here all through the night, pacing, murmuring, moaning.  The room is dim in the pre-dawn hours.  There is a single lamp lit with a small bulb somewhere in a corner of the room.  It's like we're cave explore...