All four of my grandparents survived the Armenian Genocide. My parents met in Beirut, where I was born. We lived there until I was seven, when we fled the civil war in Lebanon and emigrated to California. I couldn’t speak English well, didn’t understand the culture, and grew up in a community near Los Angeles that was heavily populated with Armenian-Americans. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt more like an immigrant, an outsider, than I did that day on the phone with Howard Stern.