My father is a home-improving sort of guy. He grew up a poor kid in a cramped Brooklyn apartment, so when he finally got a split-level in the suburbs he never stopped expanding and renovating. There was the deck with carcinogenic charcoal grill in the `50s, the den with full-wall TV and stereo unit in the `60s, the master bedroom with vertiginous spiral staircase in the `70s, and the expanded bathroom with Jacuzzi and bidet (my mother’s idea) in the `80s. In the `90s, he moved into a new house and immediately replaced the Corian countertops with granite. Although he’s now 82, he hasn’t slowed down. A few weeks ago, my husband and I took him to the Home Show at the Philadelphia Convention Center. It just the sort of thing he likes. We ended up liking it,… More…