a band of brothers (and a lady from nsa)
Herbert R. J. Grosch has passed, leaving only a private literature that goes 1400 miles per hour. Rest in peace, big guy; we will know you by the trail of bits. Columbia has a fine tribute page up. If you've never read his autobiography, it's an absolutely brilliant, incredibly broad recollection of a bygone era, a time when giants truly strode the earth, everyone spoke Latin, and scientists read the classics. One thousand cocktails to you, Herb.