People who know me understand that I’m not an extrovert. I’m far more content sitting alone in a comfy chair with a good book than I am standing in a crowded room making small talk. Even some of my professors noticed it. In organic chemistry, we were required to write detailed notes and observations during experiments. My professor, himself a quiet and thoughtful man, was always urging me to write more than I did. One day he scribbled in the margin of my notebook, “Stan, you’ve got to stop being a man of few words.”