He had a sincerity about him that cannot be described, only felt. His intelligence surpassed most, and his logic nearly all. He had passion for the things that touched his soul and cared little for anything else. His family, music, golf, literature, and philosophy. He was an excellent clarinet and piano player/composer. My fondest memory, from the short time we shared together, is laying on his stomach listening to classical music. He would describe and explain what each instrument was playing, and that no matter how small or soft of a part, it was just as important as any. That lesson has stuck with me and I have applied it to every aspect of my life. There is no such thing as insignificance.
"Quiet Excellence"
Photos of the inventions, gadgets, machines & inventors of our modern technology taken over the past 150 years
From homes to farms to mines - to the moon. These are the everyday gadgets, utensils, and machines that we've used in daily life plus their inventors and the people who used them.
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