A treasured memory from nineteen years ago - on a canoe with my dad, sipping from coconuts, during a father-son trip to Mombasa, Kenya. Yesterday, I was having a discussion with a friend about revisionism in Rambam. We were wondering what Rambam would have to say about it were he alive today. My friend asked me: "If you could choose any figure in Jewish history to come back to life, who would you choose?" Without even consciously formulating a response, I blurted out, "My Dad."