something in another LJer's journal made me think of my old advisor, a man named Phil West, who died far too early back in 1997.
( And that sent me on a Google search, where I found this: )True, too true. I still remember you well, Phil: your stories and your patience, your sense of humor and your irritation when we didn't live up to your high expectations.... and your joy when we exceeded them.
I like to think that he'd be amused by my career and pleased that I'm doing something I love, just as he did... even if it wasn't the academic one he was plotting for me.