Sometimes fate deals you a particularly cruel hand. For instance, my father could create plans in his head and construct a building without blueprints. He could pull the engine from a car, repair it, re-install it and have it running like new pretty much by himself. This man who could plumb and wire a house with no formal training, the smartest, most capable man I have ever known, developed Alzheimer’s disease and, by the end of his life, couldn’t figure out how to operate a doorknob. To me, that seems especially cruel. The hero of this week’s