Lawyer Sam Boorstin
Inever knew anyone quite like my father, but then I never really knew
my father either. He was a man
without a single vice, but with a
hundred foibles. He was a "de-
voted" husband in a miserably un- happy marriage. He was embarrassingly proud of me and advertised my small aca- demic triumphs by stopping fellow Tul- sans on the street to show them newspaper clippings, and he thermofaxed my letters home to give to passing acquaintances. Yet he never once praised me to my face: Wh...