If I had a quarter for every time over the years have I heard this come out of my mother's mouth, I would be able to ride the muni around San Francisco for at least a year. My mother doesn't say this to be derogatory. She loved my father unconditionally, but they were very different as far as their philosophies when it came to things like money, life ambitions, and looking out for one's physical well-being, ie, getting enough rest, making sure to put on sunscreen before going out in the sun, etc. I will admit that it has been hard for me to feel a connection with my Dad's side of the family. We would visit more frequently when I was little. I would say at least once a month on a Sunday, we would pack up for the day and head north up through San Francisco. Down 19th avenue, across the Golden Gate Bridge for what seemed like forever. Perhaps the 49er game was on the radio as we made our way to Marin County. We referred to my dad's parents as Nana and Abe. I'm not...