I liked him. Dammit, I really liked him. He was... I wasn't close to him, because it was hard to be close to him - he was a major introvert, didn't really know how do deal with people. Especially didn't know what to do with kids, and I mostly saw him when I was a kid. When I stayed with him and my aunt for the summer when I was twelve - in Woods Hole, MA; it's his fault and hers that I fell in love with this area! - he set me to work experimenting on sea urchins. *laugh* He was a biochemist and marine biologist. He would send me down to the Fisheries to get him whatever fish he needed - I'd struggle back through the building with a bucket full of water and eels, or a horseshoe crab. I would watch him kill the fish with a single neat thrust of his knife, so's not to cause it pain, then pry the lenses from its eyes.
When I got older, I appreciated his dry humor more.
And... I never really got to know him as an adult.
And I should have.
And now I can't.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
Good people die, and the fucking Bush administration lives. No justice.