My father was a well traveled, articulate, educated man who also knew how to fix cars and build stuff--a Renaissance Man of sorts. Growing up, our house was full of lively debates over dinner parties with my parent's fiends and when I got older, both my ex-husband and my now partner would disappear into conversation with him over leisurely family dinners. When he talked, people listened. I often felt on the outside of these conversations, not sure how to contribute as I had not followed his path into business, did not track the news and barely acknowledged sports. However, he was always the first one I turned to when I needed a short, logical, objective opinion on anything that was going on in my life--- good or bad. "Do you want to meet my new boyfriend? He is...." "How about when you find someone special tap me on the shoulder and let me know." "The husband just left me ..." "Get a lawyer. TODA...