Although I've never heard him say it, I can vividly imagine my grandfather, a gentlemen in the highest esteem, saying to a much younger versions of my father, "If you need me, I'll be in my study." The study was once a place for the gentlemen to retire to. He'd hang his wool coat on the wall and sit down in a deep, worn leather chair. You knocked on the door before you entered your father's study and you definitely didn't open the drawers of the desk in your father's study.…