How Lucky We Are

               My son is a senior in high school and has been assigned to read a series of Great Books produced by mankind over the past several centuries. One is the 1865 classic, Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevsky. A few weeks ago, he bought a copy and put in on his bedroom floor (he'll read it later in the school year). One evening I picked it up and began perusing the story from page one. I recalled reading the book, or at least parts of it, about 30 years ago, but as often...