Curtiss Place (Maplewood, N.J.) I love this photo of my Dad with me and my sister on our front porch. (Dig the twin sailor dresses that my Mom sewed.) Dad absolutely adored us. (You can tell.) I miss his wisdom and rich philosphy of life. He was a straight shooter and could spot a phony a mile away. I was on a project for American Express when I received the telephone call from my mother that my father died while playing tennis. He was only 58-years old, had just retired, and I was newly engaged. I remember screaming when I heard the news, hung up the phone and ran into the ladies' room hysterically crying. An older woman washing her hands asked, "Are you okay, dear?" I said, "Yes, I'm fine." Why did I do that? I was so NOT fine . I will always regret that I didn't tell this concerned stranger that I had just learned that my father died and let her comfort me. I am forever grateful to my incredible colleagues who got me from Washingt...