June 18, 1922 - July 1978
Nathan Michelson (1967)
I sill remember his very serious persona and his deep love of teaching English literature and his suits that seemed to be too big for his frame. He was so concerned about me because I argued with him that it is not necessarily far better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. It seemed to me at the time, deep in the heartache of lost love, that it would hard to miss that which one never new. Now, decades older, I know that suffering the wounds of love is is a fair price to pay for the honey nectar that lights the soul and liberates the spirit. At the time, though, I was thinking that there could be no better life than to live the absolutely logic driven life of a robot, thanks to the writings of Isaac Asimov...
We met a few years later, at an event that I was playing for, and he still remembered me, and expressed his thanks for my being such an active participant in his class discussions. I think he loved the process of give and take. He was a good role model, i.e. men can have an active inner life and still be masculine... I am a better person for having experienced his classroom. Nat Michelson, class of 67