A story from Joel Primack
When I first arrived at SLAC as a new grad student in the summer of 1966, I was assigned to a shared office on the ground floor of Central Lab. One Saturday soon after I started there, a short man dressed informally in a plaid shirt and jeans wondered in. Since he looked like a janitor, my roommate pointed out that the wastebasket had not been emptied and was overflowing. Without a word, the man emptied the wastebasket and returned it. Only later did we find out that he was Pief, and that it was quite normal to find Pief checking up on things anywhere at SLAC at any time.
Several years later, after one of the many weekly seminars at Pief's house, I asked him why he had so little art on the large walls, since his father was a famous art historian. Pief told me that he had been dragged through too many art museums as a child!
- Joel Primack