I got to know Hugh in 1970-72 when I was a research student in working with Mary Hesse. I was not expecting a member of faculty to be friendly to me, a lowly student from a foreign land. Still less did I expect Hugh to invite my wife Norma and me to his place for dinner. Hugh, Norma, and I were theatre enthusiasts, so we went to plays together and traded tips on what we liked and did not. After those student days, I tried to see Hugh whenever I was in England. Our last conversation was in Fall, 2019. Hugh was his usual self, personifying Van Fraassen’s quip that you can tell when a good philosophical discussion is underway – the discussants are laughing. I learned a lot from Hugh’s prose, both the style and the substance. His realism about metaphysics, his disinclination to talk about metaphilosophy, and his embrace of objective probability all had their impact. I miss him.