Now cracks a noble heart.
Good night, sweet Prince; and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. (Hamlet, V, ii)
A dear man passed away last night.
DBF’s father, who I’ve known for over 30 years, was a gentle, dignified, brilliant man. He loved dogs and opera and good food and wine. He played piano. He owned a vintage Mercedes that has over 350,000 miles on it, and save an occasional glitch, has done all of the maintenance on it himself.
Hugh was an aerospace engineer (yes, he really was a rocket scientist) and worked at one point for an airline manufacturer. Those windows that are currently in airplanes? His design. Next time you’re on a flight looking out the window, thank Hugh.
We will miss him. I will miss him.