AnalPhilosopher

Joel Feinberg, my mentor and friend, died on this date a year ago at the age of 77. I was always in awe of him. He treated me with the utmost kindness and respect, as if I, a country boy from his home state of Michigan, were his intellectual or social equal. I'll never forget the page after page of comments he made on each of my term papers and, eventually, on my Ph.D. dissertation. Joel served on all of my committees. Unlike other professors, he never begged off on the ground that he was busy, although he was very busy. He did all of his writing with a fountain pen on yellow legal paper. Joel was one of a kind. I miss him dearly. I have never heard anyone make a disparaging comment about him.