In today's New York Times Book Review, my father's memoir. We knew the book was assigned for review several months ago; my mom and I had given up hope that the review would run. But low and behold, here it is. And as my mom said, "boy, did that reviewer sure have Bob's number." Especially that part about the Morphine haze! Oh, if she only knew.
My dad would have been ecstatic to see this review. Please excuse me while I shed a few tears—grief and pride, combined.