Harris Hyman

Still checking the quantum flux for signs of Harris's laughter. I can almost hear the ahhh, ahhh, yeah, ahhh again.

Remembering Harry with gentle sadness. He is still always in my heart.

Harris - thanks for reaching out with a lifeline years ago with some work that kept me afloat. You were sometimes a mystery, in a riddle, wrapped in enigma, to paraphrase Winston. I'll miss you at the next High Holidays. Running into you there was an annual joy.

I was blessed to be Harry's partner for 7 years. He was kind, funny, obscene, brilliant, creative, and so much more. We had conversations that ranged all over. He made my life so much richer. I miss him.

Harris was truly one of a kind. I heard his someday they'll find me with my head down on my desk line many times. I would go into his office sometimes when he'd be behind his big piles of paper and deeply focused on his work. Suddenly, he'd jerk backwards like someone had yelled Boo! in his ear. He'd be completely shocked to see me standing there like I'd popped out of nowhere. I tried walking louder but it didn't work. This same scenario must have played out over 100 times. To use...

I use to take every class offered that Harris taught while at the College of the Atlantic. I did so because sitting in those classes I came face to face with one of the most brilliant humans I had ever met. I can remember him going over a class project with all of us students gathered around him as we worked through some of the equations. He had his right hand patting the top of his head, and was in the full Harris mode of halted speech as he worked out the permutations in his head.
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