For the most part Steve did not have trouble with his students. He was moderately well liked, or at least tolerated by the students in the class. He g...aded people fairly based upon their work and effort and not whether he liked them, or they were part of some clique or another in the school. There were always students doing well and students doing poorly, he tried to help both groups to the best of his abilities. One of his students in particular had been performing badly and he was meeting. She said it would bring out the flavors that way.As we prepared the parts, she had me try different things, asking for my opinion on the taste. After checking herself, we’d make adjustments. Apart from not drying the mushrooms enough, which made the halibut-mushroom ragout a bit more liquid than she wanted, my mom was satisfied with the first attempt at the dish so far.For dessert, I’d picked something simple when we were at the store: berries and cream. It was one of my favorites, so it was an. I am not my father.”“Yes, yes, yes, the great Danny Thomas.”He’d waited for her to launch him. He pounced:“How does he introduce me, Ann? Let’s see,,, oh yeah, I got it:“And Ann’s power mower, (paramour) Donald Hollinger, a beat writer for a great metropolitan newspaper.”She used to have to stifle a laugh at such introduction, no more, it had been a while. And he wouldn’t stop, no matter how many times she’d approach him, appeal to him:“Daddy, please.” He wouldn’t even look at her.“He’s a. ." He did a double-take and his voice trailed off when he saw what she was wearing. She was all in pink in a cheerleader outfit: a pleated mini-skirt, close-fitting around her hips and rear, starting just below her navel, and extending with a slight flare to mid-thigh. Above this, a top with three-quarter length sleeves, cut off to reveal her entire midriff – the hem went across the small of her back, and rose as it came around in front to pass just below her ample bust. Her hair was tied up in.