OVER twenty years later, in the latter days of his life, Papa would play classical music CDs in his bedroom with the same passion. My brothers and I often wondered when our neighbors would finally show up complaining about the decibels. 

Thankfully, such moments never occurred.

In some of the more reflective listening moments, I would sit next to Papa listening to the one contemporary singer we shared a common liking for: Barbra Streisand.