Okay, buckle up, it’s story time. Sometime around 1976 or so, my mom, dad and I were living in Accra, Ghana. We lived in a nice neighborhood called Abeka, which had tall flame trees, red laterite dirt roads and mostly cinder block houses with corrugated tin roofs. My dad was at the time working for the Volta River Authority, mostly doing rainfall prediction data analysis, through a program with UNDP. UN people that are not diplomatic corps rank somewhere between Peace Corps and the —