He is an East Coast guy, an outstanding professional, a lover of the arts and classical music, and just a remarkable person. He was and is a student of so many things. Working with him and his staff was always a pleasure for me. And because he insisted that I stay at his home, I had the privilege of knowing his wonderful wife beyond her being the office manager. With the two of them and their children, it was always fun for me.
In the years we worked together, he was and remains an eager and excellent student and open to any suggestions I might make. The meetings between us were dialogic from the very beginning. He was also the youngest professional I worked with, and a rare one in that he never feared where we were going in our workshops.
I remember an exceptional workshop with a select group of dentists from New Jersey. This was only open to the invited. All of them knew each other well, which was important because of what we would do in this day-long workshop. The one I write about here was the youngest, but I thought he belonged, and he did. In fact, his beginning as a dentist was with one of the older men in the group of only 8.I write about him for several reasons. As the student, he wanted more of whatever it took to be the best. Also, without question, he had and expressed his own voice. No voiceless mouse was he! Nor were his wife and his children. All were free spirits. But he was also handicapped. One of his legs was useless, so he used it as a cane. He made such light of his unusable leg that his handicap was quickly forgotten. What a joy to work with and to know as a friend.