Hunter was a statistician, a graduate of, and an employee of Princeton University. To this day, I wouldn’t be able to say statistician if he hadn’t assisted me. He was married to the eldest daughter of our next-door neighbors in West (by God) Virginia. Mrs. M (neighbor) took great pride in introducing him as Dr. Hunter — much to his embarrassment. He was a nice guy and abhorred the open use of the title if it was not work related. I knew I liked that man. He and his family were quiet, down to earth, unassuming folks. He formed my model of what a person holding a doctorate should be as a person.