When I was contemplating where to go to college and started talking about it he bluntly said: "You are going to MIT". And right he was.
Last night when we went out for a drink I remembered how he was a bourbon drinker and (which I rarely drink) and unconsciously ordered a Sazerac which was bourbon, absynth, simple syrup, and citrous something. He wasn't a big drinker but did believe that the best thing to fight off a cold was a shot of bourbon.
In 1939 he was on a bridge team that won the Vanderbilt cup. He played lots of bridge and died at a bridge table playing duplicate.