He's always been a selfish bastard," my dad says, gearing up into the same story as the last time and the time before, whenever anybody brings up my grandfather's selfish habits. "He's always loved his Sno-Caps—" (those cheap nonpareil chocolates) "—ever since we were young. We sat and watched him eat them, and he never once offered to share. The only difference nowadays is that he feeds two mouths instead of eight and can buy the name brand. It's the little things like that that stick with you, ...