Anyway, there were three professors of note that I want to mention. One was a professor of psychology. He spoke probably a dozen languages. I know he spoke French, German, Russian, and Italian--all fluently. I think Chinese, also, but I don't remember for sure. There was a convention of psychologists from various parts of the world, and as I watched him conversing with these various people, I was fascinated by the way he segued from one language to another, almost in the middle of a sentence. He seemed to be translating the conversation so that everyone knew what everyone else was saying. Amazing.
Another was a history professor (my husband's major). He and his wife were godparents to Stephen. What he didn't know about history wasn't worth knowing. He could talk about any aspect of any civilization that had a written history. He could expound on the government, ethics, arts...whatever...of a particular civilization. He had a home library that a public library would envy. An absolutely brilliant man.
The third was an orthodox rabbi. He taught comparative religion. I had to admire his ability to put his own beliefs aside while he was teaching about other religions. His wife conducted classes for women who were interested in learning about Judaism or who were Jews and wanted to learn more. I was able to attend one of her classes in which she taught how to keep a kosher kitchen. At the time I thought it was an awful lot of work, and having separate dishes for various occasions seemed impossible to me at the time. And different cooking pots for various kinds of foods. Oh my.
And now I keep a kosher kitchen.
That's it for this evening.