He was a typical Mid-Western suburbanite, a nice guy, a baseball fan. He had a good sense of humor and a touch of common sense. I could picture him standing by the grill in his backyard drinking a beer and listening to the radio while his neighbors cut their lawns on a humid summer day.
But there he would sit every month in his office talking to me about Schelling and Goethe and Hegel and Kant, his American common sense compromised by a hefty dose of German idealism and Prussian paganism.
|Here we see a typical suburban St. Louis Cardinals fan, on his boat at the Lake of the Ozarks. This is not the guy I write about in my post. This guy (and his dog) both have more sense.|