“What are your favorite books of all time,” I asked my 81-yr-old father.
“I’ll have to think about that,” he told me, raking his fingers through his thick gray hair. My dad is a bright, gregarious man who closes his eyes and throws back his head when he laughs, which is often. He’s a seaman and a spinner of yarns, though I would not describe him as a reader. I did not know which books he cherished. And, when he got back to me after a week, his choices showed me so much … ab