Chris and I took up tennis recently — or rather, we are laughing our way through learning to hit a tennis ball back and forth across the net and land it anywhere close to inbounds — and I hurt my finger last time we played. As I nursed it back to health, I thought of my dad as I caught myself wondering if my finger was broken and deciding to go the route of taking ibuprofen and waiting a few days before checking with my family doc. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” definitely describes me.