The same way that other dads collected exotic beer cans or signed baseballs, my dad collected acts of foolishness. If anyone in the family did anything silly or stupid, no matter how trivial it might have seemed at the time, my father would take note of it. He’d quietly cobble together the particulars into an anecdote, then find a place for said anecdote in his repertoire of “Foolish Anecdotes Starring My Family.” Identifying foolishness and crafting it into stories was one of my father’s greatest talents, second only to his preternatural gifts for building homemade Lazy Susans and somehow always…