Richard Feynman is one of my heroes, as much for his brilliance and creativity as for his sense of humor, his matter-of-fact view of the world, and his unassuming and, well, human personality. Years ago, as I read his autobiography, Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman, I couldn't help thinking I would have loved to work with him. Maybe, just maybe, I might have absorbed some of the Feynman genius (or at least some of the Feynman humor) through osmosis. But I also wonder if he'd approve of my curiosity and quirky thoughts, or if he'd just shake his head and wonder if I'd ever get it right. The first chapter of his autobiography is titled "He Fixes Radios by Thinking!" But my version, one of the highlights of my career, might've been called "He Fixed a Critical Product Flaw by Accident."
