The seventeenth post in The Education of a Writer (TEW) series.
The first time I met Peter Hut was in a swank, open-air lounge where the concrete floor shone from a glossy finish. Peter draped himself over one of the three black faux leather couches and complained about how cold the place was.
I took the couch across from him.
Everything about Peter looked smart. The long-toed, alligator-skinned shoes. The pressed long-sleeve shirt with mini checks. And the short, but neat white hair. The turtle-shell rimmed glasses punctuated that intellectual flair.
But I knew Peter on a superficial level. So I really didn’t know if he was smart.
He was an older guy in a different department and we never had much opportunity to run into each other. I’m an unapologetic introvert, so I don’t look for ways to run into people. I’m sure Peter felt the same way.
He was a quiet guy and I didn’t expect much of him. But that was all about to change. [Read more…]