Nate was a wonderful teacher and boss (Hello, Trauma Department…), a dear
friend, and a rare breed. He refused to take any bullshit (anyone else
receive the little shovel icon?) , either on assignments or backstage. He
gave me direction when I needed it most and helped me discover my love for
the collaborative art of the theatre and the many interesting people who
were attracted by it and devoted to it. I like to think that our class, the
late sixties/early seventies gang, helped him to develop into the great
teacher that he was.
August 31, 2006 at 3:06 pm |
Dear Robin — Can’t think what to say. Nate was such a definer of our youth, wasn’t he? I’ll always love him for the friendships he made for us. Hope you are well.
August 31, 2006 at 7:26 pm |
Nancy – Coincidentally saw your comment today while I was trying to figure out a way to contact you (your MAH e-mail didn’t work). Yes, I’m speechless too. Nate was one of a kind. Please contact me — I really want to speak/correspond with you. Love, Robin (abirdie@gmail.com)