Journal of Cognitive Neuroscience
I sing of Charlie, glad and brave whose life we are to celebrate
A scientist whose life and work can only be described as great.
Both Brooklyn born and Brooklyn grown, whose argot never left his tongue.
No Cambridge could unschool his accent. At Erasmus Hall
He grew up in McCarthy's time. In Brooklyn it was very hard
Especially since Charlie's father's pocket held a Pinko Card.
A star at Harvard—Griffin,
And then to Cambridge where instead to “Row for Jesus” he was sought.
Back to the other Cambridge then, to teach himself how he could be
A physiologist who'd travel far from Hubelness and Wieselry.
No oriented bars for him, but images. It makes me blush
To know that IT neurons thought that Charlie was a toilet brush.
But tough when scientific opposition snarls and menaces
Just ask Pasko
A gentle man, with absent-mindedness admired near and far
No one can count the wealth he drove away from left atop his car.
And fearless, too. His exploits at exotic meals incredible.
Who has not seen him gobble down a dish they thought inedible?
A friend, a mentor and a mensch. A soul not bound by standard fetter,
And we all know that knowing Charlie serves to make our own lives better.