It began with a Facebook “friend” request that popped up on my computer screen a year ago. No message or photo accompanied the boilerplate notice. But the name brought me to attention. Nancy Garita Durán. Durán! It unfurled a wispy swirl of memories. “Nancy Durán,” I responded. “Is it possible? Are you Fé and Miguel’s daughter? So many years it has been!” Miguel Durán was the gregarious barber who befriended my spouse and me four decades ago in San Jose, Costa Rica. His wife,