“Who was the officer?” “He was an admiral.” “The Griffin gals sure had a thing for admirals. Who was he?” The television was on as usual in her bedroom. John McCain had just been released from the Vietnamese POW camp known as the Hanoi Hilton, and his painful walk on the tarmac to his waiting family was playing on the late-night news. She pointed to McCain, the young naval pilot on the screen, who had also been raised in Arizona, and said, “That guy’s father.”
