Especially Sheila and Mike,
As you guys know, your sweet and witty dad was a great friend and mentor to me, when I was a young professor. He made everything fun from our collaboration on grants for the humanities CORE, to our trips to Washington to secure funding from the National Endowment for the Humanities. We did it—over $100,000 to MSJ.
Many a summer your dad, Peg McPeak and I wrote grants for projects involving faculty development, and revision and the faculty handbook. We always allowed for a lunch on the river!
I have two funny stories about your dad:
As you know your dad hated to fly. We collaborated on a presentation that we had approved for Minneapolis. I flew. Your dad would only take the train to meet me at our hotel. I flew up in one hour the day of the conference. Your dad’s journey on Amtrak took 24 hours each way!
Small sounds annoyed your dad in his office at school. At least twice he complained to me that the soft drink machine outside his office was too noisy. He cut the power cord in half!
He was not only a great dad, but an incredible teacher. I miss him.