Good-Bye, Bill.

I found out that a professor of mine from college, Dr. Plumely, passed away. I went to a fairly small school, and I ended up have this guy for eleven classes, so it is safe to say that he had a large impact on my life during my formative years. As a matter of fact, he was the one who urged me to pursue a life of teaching. And because of that—I hope he is burning in hell!

Relax people. Dr. Plumely would have found that hilarious.

He was a man who preached open-mindedness and tolerance of all and didn’t mind fighting tooth and nail to make his point. I know that sounds like a contradiction, but if you shook his hand and caught the earnest smile on his face after a heated discussion, then you would know what I am talking about.

The last time I saw him in person, he insisted that I stop addressing him as Dr. Plumely and to call him Bill. The truth is--I call him friend.