my parents Andee and Asher
They raised me within their
for each other, the space for their
for me. From
Though I didn't
it loudly ie at least though I didn't
it enough, I dedicated
to them in acknowledgement of what they made
for me (which by
when I became a
myself). Thank You
Mom and Dad.
Thank You Marthinus "Martin" Versfeld, Professor of Philosophy at
UCT (University of Cape Town).
There were the philosophers who talked up a storm yet radiated
at all. There were the
who shone like the sun with no
to go with it. Martin had both. He was perhaps the first
I ever met who
I couldn't articulate what he had, but I knew I wanted it. He named
his house Klip en Klei. That's Afrikaans for Stone and
philosopher, and another clue. Thank You Martin.
Thank You June M Juritz, Professor of Statistical Sciences at UCT.
I took June's Mathematical Statistics class. Twice. Once in 1970. I
a passing grade. Then again in 1973 thanks to
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
the highest score
What June gave me was how to
study, how to
things up in a library, how to do
a skill which hardly a day goes by that I don't still
pointedly - with great leverage. Thank You June.
So thank You
an essay dedicated
entirely to him - which I've already written.
If I were to
with whom I would gladly be stranded on a desert island for an
indeterminate period of
would be on that list. I dropped out of college with my degree
exhorted me to go back and finish it - long after I'd given up on
it. I did go back. I finished it. I
Thank You Great Seer.