I remember making the statement.
I remember being sincere about it. But I was surprised when the college-student-daughter recalled it.
“Do you remember when you said you needed to read more good literature?” she asked in a telephone conversation.
“Yessss,” I said, with a lilt of skepticism.
“Well, I have just the thing for you,” she said, working on her used-car-salesman approach. “You should read Wil…
