A few minutes later as we were driving along the man suddenly had a knife in my father’s side. He was demanding money; he was pumping with adrenaline. I think this qualifies as an emergency. A two-lane road with nowhere to pull over. A kid in the back seat, and it would be another 30 years before the invention of the mobile telephone. But I never noticed. I did not see the emergency because my father’s response was to cheerfully look down at the knife, then into the man’s eyes and say in his most droll Englishness, “Well hello, what have we here?”
