I spent many hours sitting in my father's chair with him. Every day after work, I remember waiting for him to come home. Once he changed his shoes and settled into his recliner, I'd squish myself along his side. I was his co-pilot ready for an evening of relaxation watching Star Trek or Dukes of Hazard. Sometimes he would just listen to me as I "read" a book to him. When I was about nine years I was finally fledged from the chair...