Last year, my wife conspired with my sister Marie to acquire for me a reprint of a book my sister had printed up chronicling some of the stories my dad had told Marie and her husband Troy as they’d prepared for a trip to Malawi and South Africa many years ago. It took some work for my sister to pull off the reprint, since she’d self-published the book using some program on an old (and now defunct) Mac… but somehow she managed it, and I received a copy for Christmas, a labour for which I am deeply grateful. The book, …