September 1, 2014 Monday Sputnik

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

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September 1, 2014 Monday

The first satellite in space - Sputnik (Russian), in 1957.
I was five years old and was standing on my front lawn in Westerly,
Rhode Island as my Father and I watched it go overhead in the evening.
A peaceful memory.  The dawn of the space age.
(Only 23 inches in diameter; two pairs of antennae.)

Interesting Name:

     The Miah

Anecdote:

     While examining a  two and one-half year old little girl, many of the questions I asked her resulted in a rather politically adept answer that portended well for her future in some presidential campaign.  

      I guess I had peppered her with a barrage of esoteric inquiries, such as "When did you get sick?  Does your throat hurt?  Do your ears hurt?"  Like Bartleby the Schrivener, she would matter-of-factly answer me, eyes straight ahead, in a monotone voice, time after time with, 

     "I can't know it." 

          Westport, Connecticut, 1990's

Coup d'essai:

I am away for Labor Day - will write more tomorrow.  :)

Favorite Musician/song:

Favorite Book/author:

Favorite Movie/DVD:

August 31, 2014 Sunday "Kinko"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 31, 2014 Sunday

From NYT's article on Brooklyn…ahhh, yoga.

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

"Aggressive" 

Interesting Name:

      Kinko

Anecdote:

     Kyasia was a sweet, very serious little five year old.  She took my questions very seriously.  As an example, when I asked how Kindergarten was going, she thought about it for awhile and then finally said, “Very badly.”  That was it.  No explanation.
     She needed an antibiotic for an ear infection and when I asked her Mom if she was allergic to anything, Kyasia interrupted and said she was.  Her Mother seemed surprised.   I asked her what she was allergic too.  
     “Monsters.”
          November, 2009  South Carolina

Coup d'essai:

     "…doesn't it make a good story?" Sancho Panza to Don Quixote, in Don Quixote, Part I, Chapter XX, page 158.  

Favorite Musician/song:

Doobie Brothers, "Natural Thing"

    Immediately brings me back to those wonderful days of early 70's.  Peace and love.  Whenever my band played a Doobie Brother's song, everyone danced.  

Favorite Book/author:

Merriam-Webster Collegiate Dictionary

     I have actually been reading the dictionary…backwards.  I thought if I could get through the "Z's" then maybe I would just keep going…  It has been great fun, actually, with amazing words.  I share them with my patients, family and friends.  Syzygy?  Wyvern?  Socrates' wife's name?  

     I just started another blog about this interesting project (I just finished the "r's" and am on the "q's" now…!   I will be adding a word a day that I have discovered. 

     The blog can be found at:
 readingthedictionarybackwards.blogspot.com 

Favorite Movie/DVD:

Every Little Step

    An incredible, moving DVD about dancers and their path.  Creative and inspiring.  A favorite.

August 30, 2014 Saturday "Picolia"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 30, 2014 Saturday

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

Buramba Fever  (computer diagnosis when I looked up "malaise")

Interesting Name:

       Picolia

Anecdote:

    Emily was one year old and was almost walking.  She was precocious: she already had a six word vocabulary and had even used two words together.    Yet, as all parents do, the Mother was still worried about her developing normally and asked me with great concern and worry if there were any signs of delay.  

     I mean, afterall, her sister was running in circles by this age she told me in a pleating voice.  

    As she was expressing her concerns, Emily casually cruised up to her Mother's chair, looked her in the eye, puckered her lips together and with the utmost delicacy and care, formed a thin fragile bubble from the saliva arching from one lip to the other.  Emily then froze and a glassy look came over her eyes as she entered a deep, Zen-like  concentration.  She gently exhaled in infinitessimal increments as the bubble almost imperceptibly swelled to an enormous size and then abruptly popped.  

     She repeated this intricate process about ten times while continuing to stare at her Mother.  So much for fine motor development, I thought.  It was now time to check and see if she could do one armed pushups to demonstrate her gross motor skills.

          Westport, Connecticut   1990's

Coup d'essai:

     About fifteen years ago, I decided to read all of Shakespeare's sonnets.  I had remembered when my dear and gentle roommate at Princeton, Corky, was taking a course in Shakespeare and I asked him what plays they were reading.  He smiled and said, "All of them."  Ahhh….what a special time of such dedicated intellectual pursuit and friendship.  Well, I did read all of the sonnets…and it was an incredible, stirring and beautiful undertaking.  
     My favorite still is and always has been Number 74.  It also was one of the poems I carried around with me as a resident at Children's in Cincinnati.  It seemed to comfort me with the pathos and suffering that surrounds all doctors, in training and otherwise.  It gave me hope and kept me on a deeper plane.  
     I recall sitting in the warm sun one summer, eyes closed,  the trees gently waving in the sky above,  a cool breeze on my face.  I was in my twenties and I for some reason, perhaps the beauty of the day, made a  conscious decision to memorize this sonnet.  Right then and there.  It was liking eating chocolate…savoring each phrase, repeating it over and over as deeper meanings and connections slowly emerged, savoring each delicate rhyme of abab, the rhythm of the iambic pentameter, the elegiac progression of sadness and longing, of reminiscence with the passage of time, the beautiful symbols and, as always, the unexpected turn at the end, at the last two lines, the reversal of emotion, the joy.   Overwhelming.   

Poetry:

Sonnet 74

That time of year thou may'st in me behold 
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. 
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day, 
As after sunset fadeth in the west, 
Which by-and-by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. 
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire 
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, 
As the death-bed whereon it must expire 
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. 

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

     Shakespeare

Favorite Musician/song:

DC Talk "The Hard Way"

     My all time favorite DC Talk song…and I love them all.  I took my children several times to see DC Talk and we had a great time.  Their music I think was one of the profound spiritual influences on us as a family.  Messages of love and forgiveness and immunity   
    One of the singers, emerging after the show from his large traveling bus…came out with a gentle smile and introduced his Father to us, a frail African-American gentleman who also seemed very humble.  What other "rock star" travels with his Father on tour, I thought?  What humility and purity. 
    But, best of all, I was actually in the mosh pit with my children and…the incredible (and very large) bassist, Sugarbear, leapt out and I got to help hold him with my own two hands.  What a moment for my children and myself. 

Favorite Book/author:

Favorite Movie/DVD:

Finding Neverland, Kate Winslett, Johnny Depp, Dustin Hoffman

     A gentle and inspiring DVD.   I have always loved themes of the artist following his or her passion and love despite all expectations and obstacles.  

August 29, 2014 Friday "Skunkevius"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 29, 2014  Friday

Woody, with tongue depressor in his boot

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

           “my glens are swollen”

Interesting Name:

     Skunkevius

Anecdote:

     My children enjoy having the office connected to the house.  One snowy day in December, I watched them shoveling the snow from the front of the office walk and thought what a nice thing for them to do.  It's a good lesson in helping others and working hard.  

     Later on, one of my patient's Mothers laughed as she told me that they were shoveling snow, alright... and then piling it onto the handicapped ramp for a slide for their sleds.

          Westport, Connecticut  1990's

Coup d'essai:

Poetry:

Diamond Girl, you sure do shine. Glad I found you, glad you're mine.
Oh my love, you're like a precious stone, part of earth where heaven has rained on.
Makes no difference where you are. Day or nighttime, you're like a shinin' star.
And how could I shine without you, when it's about you that I am?

Diamond Girl, roamin' wild. Such a rare thing, radiant child.
I could never find, another one like you. Part of me is deep down inside you.
Can't you feel the whole world a-turin'. We are real, and we are a-burnin'.
Diamond Girl, now that I've found you, it's about you that I am.

Diamond Girl, you sure do shine. Diamond Girl, you sure do shine.
Diamond Girl, you sure do shine. Diamond Girl, you sure do shine.

                 Lyrics, "Diamond Girl" by Seals and Crofts

Favorite Musician/song:

           David Gray,  "Silver Linings"

    You get wrapped up in his voice and lyrics…enveloped.  Haunting.

Favorite Book/author:

Wilkie Collins, "The Moonstone"

    The say it is one of the first detective novels.  Very atmospheric and gripping.  I recently reread it…a great read. 

Favorite Movie/DVD:

My Favorite Year, Peter O'Toole

   An iconic movie for O'Toole…hilarious.   I was upset when he passed away - such a talent.  

August 28, 1014 Thursday "Mohawk"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 8, 2014  Thursday

Note left on my desk one evening by the dear cleaning woman at the clinic.

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

Chikungunya Fever  (computer diagnosis when I looked up "malaise")

Interesting Name:

       Mohawk

Anecdote:

     I could barely get a word in edgewise, and it started as soon as I sauntered into the exam room.  Robbie was two and one-half years old, sitting on the exam table with his head leisurely propped on the lap of his mother, a book in his hands.  The book had a lot of text, I noticed.  He was diminutive, had glasses on (probably from excessive reading) and his observant eyes darted around the room after first taking me in with one quick glance. Nothing missed him and nothing went without comment.  Two and one-half years old?  They are usually just starting to put two words together.  
      Here before me was a toddler Dr. Johnson or perhaps Michel de Montaigne.  I’ve often wondered what their pediatricians experienced in England and France two hundred years ago during their two year old well child exams.  Know I knew. 
       His hair was dark and stood straight up, probably from all the brain activity going on underneath.  He spewed out a running, objective commentary for his Mother, who looked straight ahead, eyes dull and at half-a-mast.  “Here comes the doctor.  Is that Dr. Feole, Mom?  Hi doctor.  Are you going to exam me?”  He started lifting up his shirt and eying my stethoscope.  “Here you go.  You can examine me here.”  He pointed to the left side of his chest.  I thought he was going to tell me which intercostal space had the best chance of hearing the mitral valve.   
     He told me all about the story he was reading, a little about the plot, throwing in a little character development here and there, all in between answering my questions about his health.  He laughed and smiled the whole time.  He had some type of bright future in front of him: lawyer, politician, maitre d’, or an auctioneer perhaps.   
        I finished and went out to order his medicine.  When I came back in, he was leaning up against the doorframe eagerly waiting for me. I don’t remember if his foot was tapping, but it should have been.  
        He smiled up at me and asked excitedly, “Is that my prescription?”  
          South Carolina, 2007

          

Coup d'essai:

"…with hunger for sauce, they took their breakfast, lunch, dinner, and supper all in one…" Don Quixote, Part I, Ch. XIX, page 148.

    One of my favorite quotes from Don Quixote, …'hunger is the best sauce'...

Poetry:

When I Meet Them, by Seals and Crofts

I want to see everybody singing, everybody laughing
Everybody happy, everybody down home
When I meet them, when I meet them. Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

I want to see everybody holding hands, everybody groovin'
Every sun a-shinin', everybody down home
When I meet them, when I meet them. Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

In this tiny little world, people's all we got
Have we forgotten, have we forgotten how to love, how to love?

I want to shake everybody's hand now, talk about the good times
Make each minute count and, love my brothers and sisters
When I meet them, when I meet them. Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
When I meet them, when I meet them. Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

Favorite Musician/song:

Seals and Crofts, "When I Meet Them"

    A message from the dear 1960's.

Favorite Book/author:

G. K. Chesterton, Autobiography

    A great writing style, of course…witty, ironic, self-deprecating…a style that I fell in love with.  I recall the opening page stating that he was born in a village in England right next to the water tower that generated the power for the area…because it took that much power to turn him into a Christian.  Ha.

Favorite Movie/DVD:

Cinderfella, Jerry Lewis

    A comic epiphany for me and still one of my favorites.  Some many scenes that are hilarious and, to me, inspirational.  He was a hero to me during my youth…my goal: to be a comedian.  (My Italian Grandfather, Luigi, was uncomprehending and speechless when I told him this.)

August 27, 2014 Wednesday "Vespertine"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 27, 2014  Wednesday

Love this for it's eccentricity and community.
As a social worker and friend of mine at the clinic once commented
about people, "You do you and I'll do me."

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

Swamp Root Oral Liquid  (I found this medicine by accident on the computer.)

Interesting Name:

   Titus

Anecdote:

     I was examining one young boy and asked him 
     "How old are you?  

     He held up four fingers and said, 

     "That's about six."

          Westport, Connecticut, 1990's

Coup d'essai:

Favorite Musician/song:

Thelonius Monk, "Crepescule with Nellie"

    Incredible beautiful and creative.

Favorite Book/author:

Favorite Movie/DVD:

August 26, 2014 Tuesday "Chance"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 26, 2014 Tuesday

I did yoga here in Austin while visiting my daughter. 

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

Tingling in both buttocks  (computer diagnosis when I looked up "buttocks")

Interesting Name:

     Chance

Anecdote:

     The Mother was very frustrated at her lack of success in sleep training her two year old and I was trying to console her.  Amazingly, my background in philosophy came in handy this time.  She finally said, "Wow.  This whole nap issue has be a pain in my...(pause)...existence."

          Westport, Connecticut

Coup d'essai:

Favorite Musician/song:

Favorite Book/author:

Favorite Movie/DVD:

August 25, 2014 Monday "Dreek"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 25, 2014 Monday

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     ha  (headache)

Interesting Name:

  Dreek

Anecdote:

     It helps during the day to have some positive feedback. Eddie, age seven, was very reassuring to me during his visit.  I was playing games with him during the exam to put him at ease and at one point he grabbed the pen and pad and on three separate pieces of paper he scribbled rapidly and handed them to me, one after the other: 

     "You are very nice."  

     "You are a good doc."  

     "You are not crazy."

          Westport, Connecticut  1990's

August 24, 2014 Sunday "O'Nyong O'Nyong"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 24, 2014 Sunday

Pencil on Paper No. 2

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

  O’Nyong Nyong Fever  (found while searching under "malaise")

Interesting Name:

    Chance

Anecdote:

    Teddy, age four, was happy that his Dad had him under his protective wing as I examined him.  After the exam, I asked him which stamp he'd like on his hand.  No matter which one I suggested, he would turn to his Dad and ask "Which one should I get, Daddy?"  The Father was admirably trying to let him make up his own mind and would not suggest one.  Rather, he kept repeating like a mantra, "Anyone you want is fine."  

     This went back and forth seven or eight times after much deliberation and meticulous examinations of all the stamps.  I could see the orange sun setting on the horizon.   Finally the Father said, 

     "O.K.  Why don't you take the Arthur stamp?"  

     Teddy quickly looked back at me with relief.  He then looked at the stamps again and said, "Dr. Feole, I'll have the heart stamp." 

          Westport, Connecticut 1990's

Poetry:

...

Coup d'essai:

"Nel mezzo del cammin di notra vita     ((Midway on our life's journey))

mi ritrovai per una selva oscura"            ((I found myself  in a dark woods))

Opening lines of Dante's Inferno

      I am trying to read Dante in the original Italian…no mean feat for someone who knows no Italian.  But the beauty of the rhymes (abab)  can only be appreciated in the original Italian I think.  I found a word-for-word translation by Mendelbaum.  I do love words and the etymologies and roots are similar to French and Latin or course.    

     
"selva:  we used to live on "Sylvan" road in Westport ("woods")  
"our" is nostrum or nostros in Latin and Spanish.  Pater Nostra = The Our Father
"Vita" as in vital is "life."
"oscura"  - ?obscure, dark
"una"  - a, an

Favorite Musician/song:

Bruce Hornsby, "Fields of Gray"

     Magic.

Favorite Book/author:

Brown, John

    "Rab's Bone"  from Source Book of Medical History by Logan Clendening

    I used to give this short essay to medical students I was teaching.  An instant lesson in empathy as we attempt to become the caring doctors that we should be. 

Favorite Movie/DVD:

Whale Rider

    The rustic way of life of this indigenous tribe in New Zealand is beautiful to see…plus the love and struggle between Father:son, Grandfather: Granddaughter, and the empowerment of the granddaughter.  A very moving film.

August 23, 2014 Saturday "spot on"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

Blog site: ishmaelish36.blogspot.com

August 23, 2014  Saturday

My favorite medium: pencil and paper

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     “abdominal pain – spot on”

Interesting Name:

  Destiny

Anecdote:

     A Mother was telling me how her gentle one year old son just wouldn't eat solids.  Try as she might, he just didn't like any harsh, textured things in his mouth and only would accept pureed baby food.  He was overly sensitive about things in his mouth.  

     As she was telling me this, I caught occasional glimpses of the meek one over her shoulder.  He had snatched up the wind-up tape measure and had the end of it firmly clenched in his mouth, his eyes looking at me with glee, as about two inches of slack gently wafted back and form from his mouth.  Suddenly, he started whipping the tape measure  around his head, grinning, as he viciously gnawed at the tape like a rabid dog.    His delicate little mouth was frozen in a half-snarl, half-grin. 

          Westport, Connecticut  1990's

Poetry:

Coup d'essai:

Favorite Musician/song:

Bill Evans, "Gloria's Step" from Sunday at the Village Vanguard

    A must-have jazz CD.  Exquisite.  Creative.  The bass solo...

Favorite Book/author:

     Arthur Ashe, "Arthur Ashe on Tennis"

   As gentle a book as was Arthur Ashe.  Read it for the tone and philosophical insights as well as for the tennis.  

    I was playing (and losing) at the South Carolina State Tennis Tournament in Hilton Head a few months ago and the African-American that I lost too (who was 72 years old as he kindly reminded me) had been a childhood friend of Arthur Ashe.  He and practiced with him and, luckily, only played him once professionally.   

     I mentioned how I admired Ashe for his gentleness.  He looked aghast and said strongly, "No!  He wasn't!"  I was taken aback so he further explained, "I mean, he was a good person, very polite, quiet…but he was all business on the tennis court.  Very motivated…showing no mercy.  You always had the feeling he knew just a little more that you did."  I had to laugh.

Favorite Movie/DVD:

August 22, 2014 Friday "a sheet of paper"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

Contact: ishmaelish36@gmail.com

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August 22, 2014 Friday

In tribute to Robin Williams:
I just took this picture during a 4 1/2 hour bike
ride north of San Francisco, near beautiful Tiburon.

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     “diareha”

Interesting Name:

      Kennedi

Anecdote:

"Do you eat vegetables?" I tried to ask hopefully of Claire, despite my doubts.

"My Mother gives them to me every night."

"Do you eat them?"

"No." 

          Westport, Connecticut 1990's

Poetry:

try and be a sheet of paper with nothing on it.
Be a spot of ground where nothing is growing,
where something might be planted,
a seed, possibly, from the Absolute.

     by Rumi, from the poem "The Fragile Vial"

Coup d'essai:

     I have made some comments previously about my trip to San Francisco a couple of months ago for a pediatric conference.  What I didn't know or investigate was the history and beauty of the Bay area … crossing the Golden Gate and then biking through these towns with funny names…Sausalito, Tiburon.  It was a deeply silent, spiritual journey for me and filled with breath taking beauty, cool breezes, drifting clouds over mountain tops, fields of long grass, water lapping every where. I had no idea of the iconic figures who lived there, such as Anne Lamott and Robin Williams.  An example of how money does not buy happiness I guess.  I love the quote (to paraphrase) from Cervantes, 

' Bread tastes as good whether you are rich or poor."  Still, the material beauty of this area of San Francisco was inspiring if taken with the right attitude and spirituality.  

Favorite Musician/song:

"So Amazing" Luther Vandross

    I just played Luther Vandross over the music system in our new home that we were very lucky enough to get, with my children and family present, to 'break in' the home with songs of love.

Favorite Book/author:

Montaigne, Michel de

    Essays

    This was an eye opener to a new world when one of my intellectual mentors tossed this book at me in high school and suggested I read it.  The examined life filled with poetic and philosophical musings.  Mundane topics that come to life on a deeper levels, with literary references from this well educated mind.  A role model. 

Favorite Movie/DVD:

Dances with Wolves, Kevin Kostner

    Back to nature…native Americans…a love story as well.  I have always been enamored with the back to nature, communing with the Earth, spiritual life style of native Americans.
    When I took a leave of absence from medical school in the 1970's to play music, one beautiful sunny Saturday, a cool breeze in the air, I sat on the stone wall on Nassau Street in Princeton with the drummer from the band, Sandy Thatcher, just calmly talking about life.
    I had gone into the huge Princeton library just behind us, Firestone Library, the seat of millions of esoteric books and collections, filled with Princeton seniors writing their theses.  An intellectual powerhouse.  Sandy, as I had been, was a philosophy major at Princeton.  We both had studied existentialism under Walter Kaufmann and Sandy was now an editor at the Princeton University Press…but you would never know with his humble manner, dry laconic sense of humor.  He was Bob Newhart re-incarnated.   It was his beat up ancient VW van that we piled into to go to our gigs.
    I held a book in my hand.  Sandy asked what it was.  I showed him, "The Life of the Arapahoe."
    He gave some brief comments of this gentle, peace loving, plains dwelling group of Indians. Then he laughed and said, "Only you, Glenn, would go into Firestone Library and emerge with a book on the Arapahoe."