I audited a class on policy at the Harvard Kennedy School in October of 2015, and  instead of going to class one day, we listened to a speaker (Jaron Lanier). After the talk, I stuck around in the front row and eavesdropped on people asking him questions. Eventually, one person came up to his side and asked &quot;are you going to Marvin&#x27;s house tonight?&quot; I thought this person may have been talking about Minsky! So after Jaron responded with a &quot;maybe&quot; I approached this man and asked him if he was. And he did mean Minsky!!<p>This man and I started talking about intelligence, ML vs. symbolic, and more... he truly knew many intricacies of AI! Eventually, for some amazing reason, out of nowhere he asked me if I wanted to come to Marvin&#x27;s house that evening! Of course I said yes! At the time, the only paper I had on me was ironically Patrick Winston&#x27;s thesis printed out in my backpack, so this man wrote the name &quot;Henry Lieberman&quot; (a colleague of Minsky&#x27;s) on the cover and gave me Minsky&#x27;s address!<p>I went to Marvin&#x27;s house that evening, and it was simply wonderful! We talked about SoM, and I was included in these discussions and was treated like a colleague. Marvin answered all my initial questions, but only created more within me! He engaged me! I really felt included. It was one of luckiest days in my life.<p>I&#x27;m sharing because I&#x27;m reading other stories about people&#x27;s encounters with Marvin, and while I was reading them I didn&#x27;t feel as sad. Perhaps mine might do the same for someone somewhere.