A friend of mine related to me that her father had asked her this particular question during a visit to see him. This was about ten years ago. And recently her ninety year old father, a former scientist and teacher at MIT, died. “No,” my friend had replied to his question. So before her father passed to the great beyond, she spent ten years with him, hanging out, working on a book of his memories, marathon watching educational videos, enjoying a meal together, etc. Imagine. I am working on a book with my father, except that he’s been dead these past six years and I have a truck load of unfinished business with him. It’s complicated. Keith wrote a memoir of his friend, Richard…