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Editor's note: These remarks were delivered at a memorial service held at 10:30 a.m., Saturday, February 9 in the Rogel Ballroom of the Michigan Union building at the University of Michigan. To see other memorial remarks, visit: http://omtweb.org/omt-blog/main/477.
Michael Cohen was my friend. He was more than that, of course. He was my colleague, my collaborator, my teacher, my student, my muse, my model. He was a perfect scholar – smart, thoughtful, careful, precise, supportive of others, modest about himself. I knew him as a doctoral student, one of those rare students who move immediately into your mind with intimidating ideas. I knew him as a co-author of a book that could not have been done without him. I have on my office wall a copy of his very early computer printout of a three dimensional graph of data from that book, a beautiful picture of not-so-beautiful data on college presidents. I knew him as a companion in a year of work and play in Norway and Denmark, a year that changed my life. I knew him as a co-teacher of a course on Aristotle. I knew him as a co-author (with Johan P. Olsen) of a paper on garbage cans that has achieved a certain notoriety. I knew him as a frequent, wise commentator on papers. I knew him as the de facto older brother to our two younger sons. I knew him from an unplanned voyage with our wives on the Greek Mediterranean. I knew him as a loving husband and doting father. He gave meaning to the designation of a mensch. He was loved by everyone who knew him. He was loved by me.
James G. MarchProfessor EmeritusGraduate School of BusinessStanford UniversityStanford, California
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