I will tell this story for the benefit of my two brothers, Bill and Steve, although I don’t think Dad would have wanted it told. Later in his life, Dad told me that it gave him a lot of joy to be able to give money to his children. He confided in me that his father had given him a quarter in his lifetime—and he had done that to get him to go away. As my brothers know, Dad’s father, George, was a transient figure in his life and would show up periodically to see his mother, Ruth, whom we affectionately call Nanny. George had come to the park to see Nanny, and in an effort to speak to Nanny alone, George gave my father twenty-five cents to go away and get some ice cream. It hurt my father to tell me that story, and as I write this, I find myself deeply saddened all over again for a man who could not have been a better husband and father to us all.