Old guy with happy memories...
My recollections of Arthur are from 1970-1971. As a I somewhat troubled 15-year-old boy I was looking for answers to my many questions about life and the world, I happened upon a Yoga class being taught at the Grace Lutheran Church on college avenue. A slight older man, no more than 140 pounds with thinning gray hair and a unique eastern European accent greeted me and there were only a few people attending. A few classes later and we embarked on a little journey that changed my life in many ways. He invited me over for tea and lively conversations. Arthur spoke of his early profession as a school master in prewar Latvia and about how he damaged his vision watching a solar eclipse unprotected. He explained that's why, when he read, he did so with a slightly side eye view. We studied Buddhism, Hinduism and Christianity. No questions were off limits, and each was approached with genuine curiosity, grace and dignity. Once, we were talking about eternal life and we explored the concept that a man lives until the last person to know and love him, remembered him no more. Arthur, I still know, love and remember you. You accomplished way more than anyone will ever know, thank you.
