To most of you in this building he was of course a teacher, advisor, mentor or colleague.

 All of you, of course, know that he was a wonderful teacher and I'm sure that many of you had the honor of learning from him.  His classes were legendary.  The summer before I started Law School, he asked me if I wanted to sit in on his small section contracts class. I agreed to do it on the condition that he NEVER call on me. The other students never did understand why he left me alone during that class. It was the chance of a lifetime for me to see him in his greatest arena.  For the first time I really saw how he could captivate a room full of students by teaching them and entertaining them at the same time.

 He was a colleague to many of you here today as well.  He loved hanging out at the law school with his faculty colleagues sometimes arguing about the law or doing other kinds of things. Tuesday when we came to his office, Arthur Bonfield told me a story that some of you may appreciate.  We saw a very beautiful ashtray in my Dad's office that apparently was previously Arthur's who kept it on the center of his table and always without ashes.  Everyday for ten years, Dad would come into Arthur's office flick a few ashes in his pristine ashtray and move it away from the perfect center spot on his table.  Finally after ten years, Arthur just gave him the ashtray.

 My Dad was a counselor and adviser to many people at the Law School and University as well.  He helped a few Iowa Presidents during difficult times.  He had an incredible ability to find balance between toughness, and reason.  He simply had the knack for giving sound advice.

 Most of the things he did at school and for the University you all know about.  I thought you may want to hear about his life outside of the Iowa Law School.

 He grew up in Boston with his parents, Bernard and Ida, and his two sisters, Louise and Helen.  His Dad was both a Harvard College and Law School graduate and a successful solo practitioner in Boston.

 My dad did not take the standard route to college and law school that most of us did.  When he was in high school, he had some difficulties and decided school was not for him.  He left a little early and joined the Navy where he fought in the South Pacific during World War II.

 When he left the Navy, through the GI bill, the service gave IQ tests.  It probably will not surprise anyone to know that he literally tested off of the charts in the top 1%.  As a result, he followed his Father's footsteps and landed at Harvard.  He graduated with honors and continued there for his legal education.

 After Law School, my Mom figured that she would finally have a more normal existence, and that he would practice law and start to earn a nice living.  Instead, he told her that he was going to go to school some more so that he could get prepared to teach school the rest of his career.  The man loved school so much that he never wanted to leave and he never did, teaching at New York University, Houston, New Mexico, Washington before Iowa.   It was New Mexico he started to wear red socks after my mother gave them to him on a dare.  The other faculty complemented him, and he has worn them ever since.

 Dad was a civil rights and human rights activist in his younger years.  He took action when it was neither fashionable nor safe.  He simply knew it was the right thing to do.

 He was a good friend to many people as well.  We all know he loved his lunches out with friends everyday, usually at the same places as long as they had very very very hot soup or eggs on the salad bar.

 He was a tennis buddy to a lot of you as well.  He truly loved to play and usually was able to get matches in four or five times a week.

 He was a great husband to my Mom for 54 years.  I will tell you that in my 45 years I never saw them have a major argument.  A few tiffs now and again, but truly no serious arguments.  The two were a perfect complement to one another.  One is extremely organized while the other did not suffer from great organizational skills.  One loved to play tennis and one never minded making court reservations. They truly complemented one another and enjoyed their time together. (MY DAD MAY NOT KNOW IT, BUT HE EVEN ASSISTED MOM AFTER HIS DEATH.  SHE WAS ABLE TO CONFIRM TUESDAY THAT SHE COULD PAY FOR THE FUNERAL WITH A CREDIT CARD AND GET HER FREQUENT FLYER MILEAGE CREDIT.)

 He was a wonderful Grandpa to my three kids, Nathan, who is here today, Carly and Mike.  (You can see from the picture and Nathan’s poem what kinds of relationship he had with them.) — If you think he could be a little scary or intimidating in class, just think of the exact opposite and that is how he related to my children.

 To Amy and me, he was simply our Dad.  Often when you see a person who is so successful professionally, the family or the kids suffer the consequences.  When Amy was very young, he was working so hard that he did not see her enough.  His habit of going to work at 5 am started when I was a baby so that he could get his 10 hour day in and still have a full evening to hang out with us.  He was the kind of Dad that would just hang out with us, play ping pong, pool, cards, baseball, basketball or anything that we wanted to do.  He and I started playing tennis at that same time.  He beat me for the first year or two, and the first time I was lucky enough to get him, I promise you that I was the second happiest person on the Court.  He and my Mom ALWAYS put our best interest first.  If we asked him permission to do something he objected to he almost NEVER said no.  Instead he used his incredible reasoning skills and before we knew it, we decided on our own that it would not be the best thing to do.

 He was simply a great Dad, and for that I will be eternally grateful.

 The last three years have been up and down for him because of the cancer.  They have honestly been more up than down.  He had a combination of a great attitude and the best medical care anyone could ever hope to have.  I want to thank a couple of people especially.  Dr. Clamon — you not only took care of Dad but you cared for him in the true sense of the word.  And Dr. Rossi — you have always been there for me and our family, and I want to thank you for always letting us know what was happening, good or bad.  It is hard being so far away when these things are happening but during the tough times, Nick called me every single day.

 Sometime in 1965, Dad came to our home in Seattle and told us he was moving to Iowa to be Dean of the Law School.  Our initial response was to tell him to have a great life there.  We could not understand how he could do such a horrible thing to us.

 We know it turned out to be the best thing for us and especially for my Mom.  This community and especially this law school are and always will be family to my Mom.  Amy and I know we can leave Saturday and that Mom will be with family when we are gone.  So thank you for being here and for being our family.