I remember when my dad went through The Change; I came home from school one day, and instead of being in the driveway shooting baskets and listening to Dire Straits, Dad was inside reading a book about the Korean War the size of a cinder block. At age 45, I’ve now undergone a similar shift: I now seek out information about the Italian invasion of Ethiopia the way 15 year-old me sought out topless photos of Cindy Margolis.