Here is the eulogy I read at my father’s funeral on September 10, 2008:
I have a really cool dad. Ask any of my friends. It’s one of the very first things you learn about me.
I always felt that way and I still do. In fact, today I feel it even more strongly than ever.
There is so much to say about this man who lived (and died) in a 27th floor Brooklyn Heights apartment with a sumptuous view of the NYC skyline he adored.
A man of many passions, including his wife, his children, grandchildren, relatives and many friends, my dad enjoyed an eclectic array of culture both high and low including painting, sculpture, literature, music of all kinds, philosophy, film, bird watching, horse racing, food, wine, the natural world and so much more. One has only to browse his huge collection of books and records to see the scope of this man’s interests and the places his mind liked to travel.
To say he was smart would be a vast understatement. This was a man who read almost constantly and always knew what was going on in the world, the city he loved, as well as what was going on at the museums, the Chelsea galleries, the local film houses, jazz clubs and concert halls.
A connoisseur of both the pop and the esoteric, the atonal and the swooningly harmonic, my father loved Louis Armstrong, Billie Holiday, Cole Porter, George Gershwin and Duke Ellington as much as he appreciated Debussy, Bach, Schumann, Schoenberg, opera, Roland Barthes, William Butler Yeats, Martin Heidegger and Theodor Adorno.
He loved the new as much as the classic and always liked to be—no, needed to be—up to date on the latest thing in the cultural zeitgeist.
But the classics were his passion and he knew his way around the Metropolitan Museum, where he loved to peruse the 19th century paintings, the ancient Chinese art and the New Greek and Roman sculpture Galleries on the first floor.
And then there were the horses.
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