Reprinted with permission by Bob Lefsetz. Read more at www.lefsetz.com Every Sunday morning my father went to Sam’s. Well, first it was Max’s, then he and his partner had a fight and it became Sam’s. What I remember most is the pickle barrel, with half sours that you can’t buy anymore, no one puts in that amount of TLC. And the chive cheese. Made by hand. As much as you...