Another 50-year anniversary

I’ve just been invited to a luncheon in State College honoring people who received a Ph.D. from Penn State 50, 25, and 10 years ago.  (I’m in the 50-year category.)  No, I’m not going, but it was nice that Penn State remembered.  

Not too many people call me Doctor anyway.  My mother always addressed her letters using Dr.  My classes were formal; I called my students Mr. and Ms. and their last name; they called me Doctor.  Also, sometimes when I do something stupid, Linda will sarcastically say,  “Way to go, Mr. Ph.D.”