Walter was one of the first people I met in Albany when I arrived in 1963. This was the key transitional year between the Teachers College and the University; they didn’t interview candidates for faculty positions; they hired me sight unseen---almost. Kendall Birr, chair of the Social Studies department, wrote Mark Berger, who was on sabbatical leave at Berkeley and asked him to arrange to see me, as he did. I met with Mark several times and Anne and I had Mark and Sheila for dinner. When I arrived in Albany Mark was the first person I looked up; I stayed with him and Sheila my first several nights in Albany. Mark introduced me to Walter, who lived a few doors from his State Street town house. I joined the YMCA on State Street; it was there that Walter introduced me to squash; we also played tennis in my first several years in Albany. Walter was a superb athlete; his tennis strokes were right out of a text book; Walter brought style to tennis, as with everything he did. When Anne and I arrived in Albany in 1963 we had four children, the oldest of whom was four. Walter met them soon after our arrival; he would come to our house and spend time with our children; he related to each in a particular way; it seemed to Anne and me that he had an unerring sense of what they were like; he seemed to understand each of them individually. I mentioned to Walter on one occasion that my goal as a parent was to make our children aware of others. Walter said that this was, and I use his exact words, “the root of all morality.” It seemed to me that Walter dispensed distilled wisdom; his words reinforced me in efforts to raise our children in the way that I believed and felt was best for them. But Walter’s comment went deeper than this; it had a deep and lasting impression on me; his words reinforced an idea that I had believed in; it gained in meaning with Walter’s reinforcement. Walter lived by the creed that he conveyed to me; he was himself always aware of others, and their feelings; he had empathy as few people that I have known. That he was such a fine conversationalist was no accident; he was genuinely interested in others, and wanted to hear what they had to say. If this was part of an intellectual curiosity it was also a function of his genuine interest in others; it was what I would a deeply embedded moral quality. The reservoir of Walter’s knowledge always seemed to me to be bottomless; yet in conversation he did not parade it; he was interested in what others had to say, not putting his knowledge on display. And of course, Walter was a witty and clever conversationalist. He found the right voice to speak to others; it was finely attuned to all of the members of my family; I suspect that all four of my children would attest to this observation. I was not surprised to hear that Walter asked that he be cremated and that there be no memorial service. This is just what I would have expected. He leaves behind no close relatives but he lives on in the memory of countless students and friends who knew him; this is his deepest legacy, and it is a rich one. It has been fifty years since I first met Walter; I and my entire family owe much to his influence. Warren Roberts