My favorite philosophy prof in college was a Hungarian expat who fought the Soviets in '56. His best friend and fellow revolutionary was killed next to him, and he very narrowly escaped a similar fate.

Needless to say, he brought a certain real-world pragmatism to an otherwise somewhat academic subject.

Those were the days when Olivia Newton John adorned the walls of many a student, and we loved the prof so much that we had shirts printed up for the entire class, emblazoned with:

"Let's Get Metaphysical".