Sometime in the mid-70s, we were invited to attend an event at the East-West Center at the University of Hawaii in Manoa, Honolulu. That’s where we stayed in 1971 for a semester as a Jefferson Fellow in developmental journalism.
I don’t exactly remember now what that special event was but what I can’t forget was my dinner date with Dr. and Mrs. Richard Hamilton. Dr. Hamilton was a well known expert on fruit trees and we became friends during his stay as consultant of an agribusiness company in the Philippines.
While waiting for our food, I casually remarked to Mrs. Hamilton that they must have many exotic fruit trees where they lived, considering the status of her husband.
She gazed at her husband and quite apologetically, she said that they don’t have any fruit trees at all. You see, she said, Dick knows so much about fruit trees and he said fruit trees will not thrive in their place because it is very windy,
But she volunteered that their neighbors who are non-experts had lots of bananas, avocado, oranges, guava and jaboticaba from Brazil. As she gazed at Dick straight in the face once more, she quipped: “Sometimes it is dangerous to be an expert.” (From Memoirs of an Agri Journalist to be published later).