CATHY SEIPP writes on Richard Feynman, who is one of my wife’s heroes because (1) Her father knew and liked him; and (2) She admires anyone who stands up to stuffed shirts. And here’s a nice Feynman reminiscence: “I sat next to him at dinner once, and (since it was expected of those in such a setting) I asked him a physics question. Which, by the way, I now realize was not a very smart question, and I’m too embarrassed about that to repeat it. He answered my dumb question, however, with grace, clarity, and detail. One of life’s high points.”