Deb might dispute this, but I consider myself to be responsible for Deb and Russ meeting, getting together.
It was the early 1980’s and I was preparing to leave in a few days for an extended assignment in Saudi Arabia for my Philadelphia employer. Shortly before leaving I was informed by management that a new, young, employee would be accompanying me, and I was to train him in the analytical techniques that we used.
This last minute surprise was not welcome: I never met the guy, he was too recently out of school, I didn’t know his background, I had no part in selecting or interviewing him, and I wasn’t interested in having an ‘assistant’. It was going to be hard enough getting the work done without having to babysit some neophyte.
The neophyte was Russ.
It wasn’t long, after getting into the weeds of the work (analyzing a Saudi offshore oil construction claim) that all my misgivings melted away. This guy was different: he was smart, more than smart, but modest. He picked up the methodology quickly but without a trace of pedantry.
Well, maybe there was a trace: I asked him to make an outline for our report expecting a one-page list of a handful of topics. What I got was a multi-paged abstract with five or six levels of indent for each of a dozen or more headings. We could have submitted the outline as our report!
All the while, working with complex data, Russ maintained a great sense of humor, and a sense of adventure. My preference was to take our evening meals at the hotel which was a western oasis in an exotic backwater. Russ insisted that we explore the local eateries where we were the only customers not dressed in robes and headdresses. He found ‘restaurants’ where we selected our food by pointing, and always came away with full bellies for less than the equivalent of a couple of US dollars.
Our friendship continued back in Philadelphia where both Russ and I were renovating houses a few blocks apart. I was grateful for his youthful vigor when I enlisted him to assist me in installing some heavy steel reinforcing beams.
How does this all relate to the first line of this missive? Well, it doesn’t all relate. But the back in Philadelphia part does. I had been invited to a party and thought Russ might be interested in going as I knew there would be single women there, among them was Deb. He came… the rest is history.
Though I haven’t seen Russ in many years, I will miss him and his infectious, genuine, smile. I offer my sincere condolences to Deb and family and all of the many of us who wish we could share one more chat, one more meal, one more laugh, with this dear man.