Ron Moore
Ron and I lived in the Fowle's little house while at Stanford. $25 a month. Lots of parties.
At the Seattle Farmer's market. October 2010
He was one tough bugger in his early years
The Ron Moore "Endowed Seat", bestowed by the University if Washington Medical Center, 1988-1997
Does Falstaff come to mind?
Hosting the Dalai Lama when he visited the University of Washington
Ron has taken up painting as a hobby of late: here are some examples.
Some jokes Ron told me during my August 2024 visit:
A Frisbeetarian when he dies, his soul goes to the rooftop and stays there.
When I die, I wanna die like my grandfather did quietly in his sleep, not screaming like the passengers in his car.
The old fellow goes to his doctor for his annual check up. After the exam, the doctor says "Jim I’m sorry, I have some bad news for you. You’ve got cancer and you've got Alzheimer’s." The old fellow says "Well, at least I don’t have cancer."
There’s a Chinese cookbook called 100 ways to walk your dog.
The second least expensive University department is Mathematics: all you need is paper, a pencil, and a waste basket. Philosophy is the least expensive: we don't need a waste basket.
A buzzard is about to get onto a plane and he’s carrying two dead chipmunks. He is stopped before he can get on and the clerk says "I’m sorry you can’t get on. You are limited to one carry-on."
Phil goes into a psychiatrist and says "I’ve got an appointment." The psychiatrist says "What’s the problem?" "I don’t think I have a problem." "So why are you here?" "Well, my friend said I had to come and see you." "But you don’t have a problem?" "I don’t think so." "Well, the appointment is paid for, so maybe we should just start talking and then see what comes up. Do you like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?" "I like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. You must come over. I have an entire garage full."
To Freud, what comes between fear and sex? fünf.