Early in my marriage, my wife and I invited my parents in Fort Wayne to visit us in the small house we rented in Wabash. We cleaned and straightened for a week, shopped and cooked. All during the day, my mother dropped small words of praise here and there, as mothers will. My father was silent. When the visit was over, and they were leaving, I finally just asked him: "Well, how was it?" He thought for a long moment and finally said, "The coffee could have been stronger." I am my father's son, so I make coffee so strong that most of my family won't drink it.