It’s been nearly five years since my father passed, and I hope by the end of this year to publish one of Keith’s novels that has faded out of view. It’s a comic work and when asked how I am editing it, I reply that it’s more like I am retelling the story. Although I’m aware that he was given some advice, I’m not a hundred percent sure Keith actually had a serious editor for “Mordecai of Monterey” way back in the day. I’m discovering I have my work cut out for me. As I remember rolled up bills falling out of my father’s shirts when I was collecting the laundry back in 1984, I am pretty sure the inconsistencies from one paragraph to…