I think of it as an honor to have worked for this particular person. He was interesting because he was well-read and very knowledgeable and he liked to talk. We always kind of joked around—not with him—but between ourselves. He was the kind of guy you would stick in a nickel and get a dollar’s worth back. You just couldn’t shut him off, he would go and go. I later learned he had a photographic memory, and he could just all of a sudden start reciting something he had read just verbatim. It was always interesting, of course. He was a chemical engineer, and I was working in a film lab at the time, so I learned more chemical engineering than I ever wanted to know but I needed to know because it was part of the job. He was a person that I always had respect for, and I think everybody did. If you really had a problem of some kind that needed solving, particularly mechanical or chemical or so forth, he had an answer and it was always right.