Greg Hudson

In high school, my friend (and sometimes rival) was a big Bertrand Russell fan. One might think more red-blooded sixteen-year-old boys would be down with a spunky moral philosopher who died in 1970, but no. I think he was the only one. Despite his best efforts to share Russell’s work with me, I never got into him — probably because my friend (and sometimes rival) was mostly enthusiastic about Russell’s atheism…