I've been thinking lately about my fathers best friend, Arthur Covert, who died in a car accident years ago, before I met Angie.  Arturo was a statistician who worked with my father in the production of the worlds first atomic bomb. At the time of his death, my father and I went to Arturo's house to turn off the water, electricity, and lock the windows and doors.  We discovered a horde of archival media from Arturo's life; a book shelf measuring 8 feet by 12 feet filled with note books, photo albums, video tapes, computer disks, and audio recordings.  What he managed to accomplish was an archive...