He is a legendary anatomic pathologist. The sort that all the OSU grads from years past have a story for, you know? He wasn't teaching by the time I came through - already an emeritus at that point. But he had an office with piles and piles of literature and slides - haphazard but damned if he didn't know where to find whatever he was looking for. He would (for reasons yet unexplained) toss his keys down the hallway on a regular basis. So here I am, a summer employee running PCRs all day and washing glassware in different labs, and a set of keys just go sliding on past the open door of the lab. Common occurrence. Wait a moment and an old man would shuffle on by, suspenders and all, and scoop up the keys before continuing on his way. You learned to not pick them up or he would hassle you (not unkindly, really, but still).
Apparently if you weren't paying attention in path rounds, he would throw body parts at you. That was before my time.
He also did a lot of woodworking - the bed of the OSU 'vet truck' was made by him.
In his more recent years, I would park myself next to him at Aspen coffee and demand he tell me about whatever he was reading - usually a scientific paper about Mannheimia or something like that, knowing him.
He's been pretty ill lately so I hope he is doing well. Cussing it up at whatever gets him riled up, sporting those suspenders and a pair of slippers, eating a muffing and reading a scientific paper like it's a newspaper.