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I learned a few minutes ago that my friend Frank Stern passed away in early September.
On the one hand, he was 92. So intellectually I knew full well that I might not see him again (which, of course, is true of anyone at any age). But he was a very alert and comparatively spry nonagenarian -- I was waltzing with him at New London Assembly during the summer of 2019, and chatting with him via Zoom the past two years -- so I was very much looking forward to seeing him at New London 2022. In one of our later email exchanges, he was talking about still sorting his father's papers, which included jokes in German. We never got around to talking about his career in physics . . .
So, yeah, feeling bereft. This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/178988.html.
On the one hand, he was 92. So intellectually I knew full well that I might not see him again (which, of course, is true of anyone at any age). But he was a very alert and comparatively spry nonagenarian -- I was waltzing with him at New London Assembly during the summer of 2019, and chatting with him via Zoom the past two years -- so I was very much looking forward to seeing him at New London 2022. In one of our later email exchanges, he was talking about still sorting his father's papers, which included jokes in German. We never got around to talking about his career in physics . . .
So, yeah, feeling bereft. This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/178988.html.