Moses Schoenholz, My Good Friend.
I believe that I met Moses Schonholz during the spring of 1975, around Rittenhouse House Square of Center City Philadelphia. I was 30 and he was about 92. We were both waiting for a bus. He was holding onto the bus stop sign so as not to be blown over by a strong wind. We had a close friendship for the next 5 years, even after I moved back to Rochester New York in August of 1977.