I met Marc Savitt in the fall of 1965, my first semester in college. We were taking Economics 101 and sat next to each other in class.

Marc seemed like decent young guy and we enjoyed chatting all through the semester. He liked talking about sports (particularly baseball) and politics, and those two topics of conversation were a common interest we shared throughout the years.

As the semester moved on, Marc mentioned to me about joining HOB. By then, I had come to the opinion that Marc was a really good guy--he really was a caring and supportive person and truly open to the needs of others. He had no obvious "sharp edges" and appeared guileless at times (maybe that's why in part the guys later nicknamed him "Jello"). He was a lot deeper than he appeared. I really respected all those qualities and so decided to take a chance and meet his other friends hoping they'd be of similar bent. Well, they weren't--Marc was his own unique guy; but I really liked the rest of the guys and so joined HOB.

My friendship with Marc continued throughout the years. We double dated throughout college (does anyone else remember his college girlfriend Celia?). Marc was an usher at my first wedding (does anyone else remember Audrey?). We played stickball together even after college (Marc could throw hard but couldn't throw strikes; I could throw strikes but couldn't throw hard).

Marc met his wife Anne shortly after college was over. They had a great marriage and two wonderful kids, David and Melissa. Marc was, true to his nature, a totally loving and devoted husband and father. To earn a living, he followed in the path of many of our college age entrepreneurs--he sold drugs--ethically, however, for several large companies.

He died under terrible circumstances in the mid 1980s. He had asthma and had a severe attack. His was improperly treated after arriving at the hospital in Stonybrook and expired there in the emergency room.

He is truly missed.

Len Sklerov