Friday, August 7, 1987. I was 33 years old and worked at H&H. This was the last day for summer interns Tom Veith, a University of Virginia student, and Brett Florentine, a student at Princeton. Veith said he wanted to become a doctor and mentioned he had an interest in psychiatry. As a going away gift, I gave Tom a copy of David Viscott’s book, The Making of a Psychiatrist. Craig was taking off that afternoon for a one-week vacation in Miami. About a week earlier, Craig gave our supervisor, Miriam Ewing a memo advising of his Miami vacation plans, a memo that included some off-color sexual references. The supervisor reacted angrily, telling Craig to rewrite the memo, and instructing him never to give her another memo like that. I had purchased a book for Craig, Character and Culture, a collection of non-clinical essays by Freud. I had read the book when I was 18 years old, and it whetted my interest in Freud and psychoanalysis. At noon, department employees went out to lunch with our supervisor, Miriam to celebrate Brett Florentine’s departure. I remember Miriam saying to Craig, “use sunscreen. Lots of sunscreen.” Craig had fair skin. At lunch I sat between Craig and a summer intern named Tom McJacob, a law student at Catholic University. McJacob said to me, “You’re right handed.” I said, “How do you know that?” McJacob said, “Because your watch is on your left hand.” I said, “You’re a sleuth.” A few weeks later, at McJacob’s farewell dinner at an Italian restaurant in Bethesda, McJacob mentioned the movie, The Seven Percent Solution, a 1976 Oscar-nominated British-American mystery film about a fictional encounter between Sherlock Holmes and Sigmund Freud. Was Tom McJacob a fan of Sherlock Holmes and sleuthing? At lunch on the 7th McJacob and Craig bantered in what seemed to me to be a hyper-masculine exchange. I remember Craig at one point making a snide comment, calling into question the masculinity of members of the Princeton football team. Was Craig unintentionally revealing jealousy of Brett Florentine, the Princeton student? After law school, McJacob practiced law at a large firm that included among its members Richard Nixon’s attorney and adviser, Leonard Garment, but thereafter embarked on a second very successful career in the technology industry. Did McJacob, even in law school, have the unconscious sense that he would ultimately abandon the practice of law? I can remember a conversation the two of us had in which McJacob, talking about my work history, specifically, my having obtained a law license, but later embarking on what he called — with a touch of sarcasm — my “second career” as a paralegal. Was there a connection between McJacob’s comment about me and my “second career” and his later decision to start a second non-legal career? I thought McJacob was a bit of a smart-ass. At his farewell dinner in late August when I approached him to shake his hand to say good bye, he said jocularly, “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” I laughed. But then, I suppose I gave him reason to believe that I was a queer duck. In July, a group of us — Craig, Daniel, McJacob, and Michael Winston and I — traveled to Capitol Hill for lunch at Bullfeathers, an eatery famous for its burgers. Each gentleman ordered a burger, while I ordered pasta. I tend to have a perverse need for uniqueness. I think McJacob said he was a golfer and Craig suggested they get together on the links. I admired McJacob. His intelligence and drive were impressive. He was a person of substance and character.