The Lincoln Park Summer Camp in the mid-1960s was also my earliest memory of Mr. Moore. He once led the campers on a walk through the woods above Mountain Heights Avenue to a day out at the old Alpine House, a real treat for kids in those days, most of whom didn't have access to a pool. Another time he organized a limbo contest in, of all places, the Board Room of the old LP Borough Hall.
Glen would later become my Sunday School teacher at the First Reformed Church, to which he was so devoted. And for several summers he drove Rob Rosner, Mark Mac Intyre, and me home each day to Lincoln Park, after he was done teaching tennis lessons at Boonton High School. During those rides, Glenn would regale the three of us with stories of his wartime service in the Marines and so many other valuable life lessons, as we sat crammed in the backseat of his Volkswagen Beetle (and later a Karmen Ghia). We learned more during those rides than at any other time in our lives.
Long before self-help gurus became so popular, Glenn taught kids the four Hs: Honesty, Humility, Hustle and ? Sorry Glenn but I always had trouble remembering that last H.
Rest in Peace Coach, you're already sorely missed.