[Wondering why I’m playing 101 levels of Donkey Kong in 101 days? Get yourself up to speed by going back to Day 1. Better now? Carry on.] I packed up my suitcase, then headed down to the lobby of the Holiday Inn Express to meet up with my father. Alone in the elevator, I fiddled endlessly with my jacket collar. I tried in vain to pat down the parts of my hair that were still sticking up. I made routine mortgage payments and sported a bit of gray in my hair; I even had my prostate examined on an annual basis….