A memorial service for Jeff --  a celebration of his life -- was held in New York on Nov. 23, and seven of our Haverford classmates attended and several of us made brief remarks. There were also throngs of Jeff's friends, classmates from Brown University, fellow lawyers and family members from Buffalo, where Jeff lived before moving to Havertown. John Klingman, George Caplan, George Koch and I spoke. In addition to the four of us, Susan Boymel, Susan Spivak and a woman from the class of '64 whom I didn't know, came to New York for the celebration. 

"Billy," as his friends at Oakmont School knew him back at Oakmont, was a good man and a talented musician. He was the first friend I had with a tree house, which stood just outside his family home on Grasslyn Ave. Although I hadn't seen Bill in decades, I have warm memories of those formative years in Oakmont.

Like Roy, I was shocked and saddened to read about Jeff's death. We first became friends in 8th grade when Jeff and I were struggling in Algebra II with Mr. Kimes. Later that year and possibly in 9th grade, too, Jeff, Rob Klugman, Kingman Davis, Ron Greene and I battled each other in marathon games of Risk. In recent years, Jeff and I managed to get together a few times here in Philadelphia, and he was always an astute observer of the national political scene, which -- combined with his deep knowledge of American history -- made him a very perceptive analyst. In fact, Jeff brought his wife Roz Moore and his son Ben to visit The Inquirer newsroom on one of his trips East. Jeff was a good man and a good friend, and I send my sympathy to Roz  and Ben. 
 

Jimmy, as I knew him back at Brookline School, was a good friend in our elementary school days, and although we drifted apart in later years, I always enjoyed his company. In the front of his house on Delmont Drive in Beechwood, there was a giant oak tree with his initials -- "JAS" -- carved into the trunk. The initials and the tree remained for many years after the Suter family moved away. A good man, gone too soon.

Jimmy, as I knew him back at Brookline School, was a good friend in our elementary school days, and although we drifted apart in later years, I always enjoyed his company. In the front of his house on Delmont Ave. in Beechwood, there was a giant oak tree with his initials -- "JAS" -- carved into the trunk. The initials and the tree remained for many years after the Suter family moved away. A good man, gone too soon.

Rick and Leslie, I hope you’re savoring your grandson’s quarterbacking prowess. All the best, Bill

I first met Gary in 5th grade at Brookline School, and we became friends in the next few years, shooting baskets at the 9-foot hoop in the driveway of my parents' house not far from his home on Earlington Rd. and shooting pool in my basement. Although I hadn't seen Gary since our 50th reunion, we exchanged emails from time to time and notes on Facebook. From all Gary's posts, it's crystal clear how much he  loved his family and the travel adventures they shared. A good man, gone too soon. 

As Bob Evans reminded me, Terry was a Haverford Township "sanitation engineer" along with us in the summer of 1966, picking up the trash throughout the streets of Haverford Township. Terry was always great company with a warm-hearted sense of humor and a fun loving spirit. He was also unbeatable on the tennis court and in ping pong. I can also remember playing touch football behind the high school in a game in which Rob Kulgman and I lost to Terry and Larry Fair. Although we hadn't been in touch since high school, it was heartening to read about all the students and athletes he inspired in the classroom and on the tennis courts. 

As Bob Evans reminded me, Terry was a Haverford Township "sanitation engineer" along with us in the summer of 1966, picking up the trash throughout the streets of Haverford Township. Terry was always great company with a warm-hearted sense of humor and a fun loving spirit. He was also unbeatable on the tennis court and in ping pong. I can also remember playing touch football behind the high school in a game in which Rob Kulgman and I lost to Terry and Larry Fair. Although Terry and I hadn't  been in touch since our trash hauling summer, it was heartening to read about all the students and athletes he inspired in the classroom and on the tennis courts. 

Randy and I were friends at Oakmont School -- 1st grade through 4th grade -- and we often traded baseball cards at his home near the American Legion. Although we didn't remain close after I moved on to Brookline School, I remember him as a fast quarter-miler in junior high and, possibly, high school and an excellent student. 
 

Posted on: Sep 20, 2020 at 4:42 PM

Forever young at 73, Rob! Welcome to the club.

Dick, I’ve sent you a private message via this web site with some information on Jerry, whom you can find on Facebook.

Posted on: Dec 20, 2019 at 10:46 AM

Happy birthday, Nick: I hope it's the start of an excellent year -- with good health, happiness, fun and frolic. All the best, Bill

Happy birthday, Gator! All the best, Mox

During our years at Haverford, Fred and I had only a passing acquaintanceship, but after high school, we got to know each other playing racquetball at Riverside and the Franklin Plaza Hotel. On court, Fred was a gritty competitor -- powerful (as Nick Settanni can attest), mobile, determined and fair. Off the court, I enjoyed our talks about Haverford, our mutual friends and growing up.