Today is the anniversary of my Dad’s death. As some of you may have noted, my book is dedicated to him. He never got a chance to read it, nor enjoy the controversies around it. And he really would have enjoyed it all very much, even the stuff that made him mad. Anyone who knew my Dad, or knows anything about me personally, knows that Sid Goldberg’s legacy or personality (spirit seems like the wrong word) suffuses the book. My Dad loved reading and learning and thinking, but never much cared if his own conclusions aligned with the received wisdom or the party line. I don’t know if he would have agreed with everything in my book, and I’m sure it’s worse for not having more of his feedback, but he had no problem with its big themes or my willingness to come at such settled opinions from an unorthodox angle. I miss him terribly and his absence during the book tour was at times painful. But my gratitude for everything he gave me is boundless.

My eulogy to him can be found here.