Hans Herman Moeller

I first met Hans at the Manor, where our local bluegrass group played for the residents twice a month. Hans was one of the regulars and always sat in the front row. In his hand was whatever current book he was reading.

It was abundantly clear how smart he was and I always enjoyed discussing politics with him. He was the first one to show up for the music and often placed our chairs in a semi-circle for us. At other times, he made certain we had water in case we were thirsty.