I’ve written before about my father Arthur. (See My Dad, Around the World in 80 Days, Fluffy, or How I Got My Dog and The Corpse in the Office) By profession Arthur was a family physician who when asked his medical specialty once quipped, “I treat the skin and its contents.” But by avocation my dad was also a memoirist, an artist, and a self-taught classical pianist, and I best remember him sitting at the baby grand in our living room. He never had a lesson and didn’t...