29th
September
2017
Barefoot comfort is fading, fast
Yesterday, my first “real” university professor died, at the historic age of 92. I remember going to his office, to make a request to follow his course (rules are rules are rules), and when he realized that he knew my family, there was smooth sailing. Of course, he knew everyone’s family, but I was young and hadn’t yet recognized that tiny detail. I attended lectures, took notes (they’re still in a box, not far away) and learned that governors were as silly as anyone else. Thank you, Father-Doctor.
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