John was one of my Mom's (Margot Heinemann) favorite people at Fredonia Place, always expressing her pleasure at having met a kindred spirit. I never failed to visit John when I was in town to stay with Mom a few days. They shared a love of culture and bridge, and just a bit of intellectual snobbery over the other residents.
Even at his age, he was a charmer, regaling me with his stories, scrap books of photos and news clips, and his wood-working ribbons. His twinkle never failed, and his flirtatious nature was undimmed.
I wish I could remember the jokes he told me, apologizing profusely for the ones that were a bit risque, though I assured him I could handle some smuttiness.
My deepest condolences go to to his family. May his memories sustain you.
