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Robert Friedman's avatar

Richard Macksey was my teacher and friend of forty years. Your essay brought back wonderful memories of pipe smoke and lemon cookies and chitchatting until 3 AM (when he was still vigorous and I was flagging).

Ersin Akinci's avatar

Incredible how so many generations were linked by one man, no? We were well-aware of it in the 2000s.

He still stayed up that late when I was around watching South Park, not that I was there to witness it. Seminars always had cookies and tea.

My own Macksey food story: after graduation, he invited a bunch of us to his place for prosecco and snacks. There was a bowl of tortilla chips next to what was the largest bowl of guacamole I've ever seen in my life. As Macksey was going on about Proust, holding court, I heaped on an enormous dollop onto my chip and put it in my mouth...

Except it wasn't guac. It was 100% pure wasabi. Not a sushi roll in sight. I still feel like there was a non-zero chance it was intentional...he was always kinda mischievous.

Glad that my essay could bring back some of his spirit.

Robert Friedman's avatar

More likely he confused wasabi for guacamole.