Whenever something he’d bought didn’t work or didn’t work just right, Dad had a regular fit and yelled that we need better quality control. He may still, but I don’t know. I haven’t seen him for a while, but probably he does, because he never changed very much in any way, so I imagine he hasn’t in that one, either. He read something about it in a magazine at a doctor’s office and went crazy over it: quality control this, quality control that. Apparently Americans invented it but forgot how to do it. Dad says only the Japs do quality control right. Well, I pointed out to him how I had a Seiko watch that didn’t last for a year, but he said it was probably made in China. I said I supposed Betty Selkirk’s Honda which fell apart after six months was made in China, and he said, no, it was probably made in the U.S., because now the Japs were taking over our country with their factories.