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HOW CAN I RECALL TO YOU A man who, for 45 years, stimulated my imagination, aroused my curiosity in both personal and professional ways, who was so markedly proficient in so many areas that he was truly a Renaissance Man.
He was the first peer of mine who was divorced. He was the first person I knew who chose to live south of 59th Street. He lived a fun bohemian life at that time. He was chummy with off-beat mental health people. He kept tropical fish, he later had dogs. He found, he loved, he married Phyllis, thereby he secured for himself a beautiful, supportive companion who enjoyed him as he was and whom he enjoyed as she was. He was quietly proud, affirming the beings and the achievements of David, Josh, and Liz. He was the least ambivalent of the parents I have known. I can recall the bemused pride with which he would tell how little he understood the technical and scientific advances made by David and Josh, or the pleasure as he recounted the gaining of math skills, the mastery of foreign cultures, and the betrothal of Liz. And also the proud grandpa he was! He and his family could share off-beat vacations in Finland or on the canals of England. Nor