In an era of reality shows and all-too-public public personalities, keeping a secret like this one may be hard to imagine. My grandfather retired from the Air Force as a captain. He was an intelligence officer in World War II, which delighted my brother and me when we learned of it as teenagers during the Cold War. “Grandpa was a spy!” we chanted gleefully to our mother’s chagrin. He would neither confirm nor deny this assertion when confronted, but I always thought I detected a glint in his blue eyes when we pressed him for the truth. He, of course, was on the right side of the spy game if he was, and thus stigma-free. As far as I know, he went to his grave carrying secrets only his priest and his commanding officers were privy to. How many of us could say the same?