The boy: happy abroad

Today, it's just this:  My kid is loving his six weeks of study abroad.  It's the students he has traveled with.  It's the cities—London, Brussels, Amsterdam—where he has gone/will go.  But let me here loudly thank the professor with whom my son is studying—a top global advertising executive, a man with stories, a guy who will go out for a meal with the kids after class and keep on teaching, listening.  He sends the students off to brand museums and into meetings with Saatchi executives. He takes them to Toyota Motor Europe.  He teaches British history, strolls the plaza, keeps his students looking up.

My son refers to this guy by his last name, as if this is the greatest honor a man could earn.  Perhaps it is.