Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My deepest condolences.
Serge, with one phone call, changed the course of my life. In the early 1960s, I taught English in a private school in Queens where Serge was the principal. After I left the school, I visited him once in Woodstock. Afterward, we lost contact. Then in 1969, out of the blue, I got a call from him. Somehow he had found me; he wanted to know if I would like to teach English in Mamaroneck where he was the assistant principal. "Where is Mamaroneck?" I said. I took the job and, because of that one phone call, I taught happily in Mamaroneck and lived in Westchester for the next 40 years. Thank you Serge Angiel, thank you.
