We could tell when spring came because then he wore sandals, instead of galoshes, on his daily walk from the small, clapboard, green-shuttered house to the Institute. In summer, sometimes, he would stop as I sprayed the lawn, clumsily wetting myself. "It’s only water," he would say, laughing. But he felt strongly about water. Once, walking back from the Institute, he sp (...)
The Last Word
Dr. Einstein's neighborhood
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