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August 4, 1924- December 11, 1999
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My heart goes out to Angela; to Matthew, Cindy, David, and James;
to Gus and John; and to those others of you who also loved Nick.
Although I was not as closely related to Nick as you were--we were
after all only first cousins--I do lay claim to having known him
longer than any of you, even longer than you, Gus, for as you well
know, I am your elder (by a good solid 10 days). But beyond that,
Nick was--to coin a phrase--like a brother to me, especially since
I did not have a real brother, or a sister, for that matter.
When Lois and I last saw Nick, barely two months ago, he talked
openly about his impending death--with acceptance and without self-pity
and about how thankful he was for having lived long enough to celebrate
his 75th birthday. He never expected, he said, to live that long.
He compared the uncertainty he felt about the outcome of his earlier
bout with prostate cancer---with the certainty of his impending
He was at peace. .
Bluster, theatrics, posturing, pretense --these qualities were not
in Nick's playbook.
Honesty, directness, and understatement --these qualities were in
And his wry one-liners:
One day Nick and I were musing about being in a situation in which
one had to choose between going to sleep or having sex......Sleep
is more elusive, he chuckled.
Nick was not demonstrative in expressing his affection--until in
recent years. We usually greeted each other with a firm hand-shake.
But when we said Good-bye for the last time two months ago-- we
hugged each other. I had also noticed that he was being more demonstrative
with other people he loved.
Nick was big brother (in the benign sense) not only to Gus and John,
but to me as well. Memories gush forth:
--in a summer in the mid-1930's in Canisteo in upstate New York
, where I lived--the memory of Nick admonishing Gus and me for teasing
little brother John .(That was the summer when Gus broke his arm
falling off a swing--and when Nick and I tumbled down a hill head
over heels running away from what we imagined to be a rattling rattle
--in the summer of prewar 1941 when the Econopoulys lived at 25
Notre Dame Avenue in Hicksville the memory of Nick breaking up a
fist-fight between Gus and me (we were 12 years old)
--in the early fifties in my parents' living room in New York City--the
memory of how Nick reassured me that it was OK that I had decided
not to go into the priesthood. God and people live in different
places, he said. God was "up here" (raising his hand above
his head) and people were "down here." (Dropping his hand
down to his chest).
--everywhere since the late 40's--memories of long discussions about:
capitalism, Communism, labor unions, civil rights, Nixon, the Kennedy's,
Reagan, education, big business, small business, business ethics,
medical care, politics in Greece, life in Greece, other things about
Greece and on, and on, and on. These discussions had as much to
do with forming my social and political views--and my identity as
a liberal- as any other experience in my life.
Nick must have been an incredibly inspiring teacher.
I will miss him.