Nature, memories and the lonely death of Jay Gatsby. Notes from the woods on my father’s 100th birthday. — LISBON, Ohio, 9/1/22 There is a vast difference between being alone and being lonely. My father knew this, I think. He was an introvert by nature who chose somewhere along the way to become an extrovert and engage with the world. Exactly when this choice was made, I am not certain. Perhaps it…