Mr. Magee was great to me as a kid growing up in NYC. He took me along with David and John to John Jay Park for swimming, Carl Schurz for climbing on rocks, to Mets games and lunch at the Pontiac. He was an elegant but completely approachable man (he even drove a car elegantly). I remember eating liverwurst sandwiches in his apartment on 79th Street. There was a poster there of Humphrey Bogart or Clark Gable (I can't remember which). On his refrigerator were some political buttons from the 1950s and a picture of him with friends at college in a car with (I think) a big Dewey for President sign. I can still hear his baritone voice calling one of sons sons over to his side.