I lost my mother last April, as readers of this blog may recall. But I also had a father and he died in 2003. Two anecdotes sum up my father. He was the kind of man who’d call you up the day after Christmas to say, “Let’s take your dog down to ride the ferry at Ste. Genevieve.” That ferry was on the Mississippi River and my Dad, knowing I loved history and photography and road trips, drove my dog and me the thirty or so miles to the river to let the adventure unfold. It was a