I'm sitting here in my father's home in Chennai reading about Singapore's Lee Kuan Yew, a man the late Daddykins admired for his vision and his implementation of that vision. I didn't realize until today that my father shared a birthday month and year with him.
"Great minds think alike, you know," my father might have said to me, had he outlived Yew.
"But, Daddykins, that great mind built a nation," I might have shot back. "Pray, what did your great mind do?" At that, the old man might have slunk away into his room until such time it was safe to be seen again within a one-mile radius of his nasty younger daughter.