Hillel was one of the assistant deans at the College of Engineering at the University of Oklahoma when I worked there. He was older than me, older than my parents, but somehow he took a liking to this new girl. And it was my gain. He was a pleasure to work with – listening to my insight, offering his perspective when he thought it would add something to the project.
There are two things I remember most about Hillel. The first was that he worked out a lot, and so did I. We always saw each other at the gym, and he always came over to chit chat and talk to me about staying in shape. The second thing I remember was that when he heard I had never had “chicken fried steak” he was appalled. So one lunch, he took me out to the most Oklahoma-ish ma and pop diner. He ordered himself a chicken fried steak and I think I got a Caesar salad. Just like my mom or dad used to, he cut off a piece of his steak and put it on my plate. I have to say, it was good, but I don’t think I’ve eaten it since!
I often wonder where life has taken Hillel and hope that he is well.