Incredibly to me, my father died twenty-two years ago today. Soon, it will have been a quarter of a century. I still miss him very much. Somewhat to my surprise, I still think about him every day. Certain sights always, invariably, remind me of him, sometimes for reasons that aren’t clear to me. There are many things that I would like to tell him, many questions that I would like to ask of him. Virtually all, if not absolutely... Read more