Something To Hold On To: A Memoir

Living with a ninety-year-old dad was like dancing with a partner. Sometimes we were in sync with the music and each other. Sometimes we stepped on each other's toes. Still, the dance went on.Dad had two standard replies if someone asked, "How are you?""Well, I got out of bed this morning," and, "Could be better, or could be worse, too." Life was better when he spent months at his camp on Lake Penage, hammering, sawing, and chopping wood. He would take the grandchildren out fishing, and a S...