Maybe the thing I’ll miss most about him is the way he cut the strawberries. Using a simple paring knife, he’d carve out the calyx, alias the green stem, with a minimum loss of sweet fruit, leaving behind a hole that was exquisitely small and symmetrical. Only a surgeon would approach the task of preparing strawberries with such precision. True, it took him forever. While he was engaged in this task, he wouldn’t tolerate “chit chat” as he called it. As you can imagine, he wasn’t the easiest of men to live with. Since he’s been gone, I’ve switched to bananas.