A plea for the fifth

But why don't you stay until tomorrow?

My dad didn’t call me on New Year’s Eve. Whether it was your birthday or a holiday, he always celebrated you with a song. He had a beautiful voice and loved to sing.

When he was young, he sang on the streets of South Philly with his doo-wop group. I wish he had access to recording equipment, because I’d love to hear the sound of his voice right now.

As a…