I just found out about this book but time does not matter here. Lenny and I had multiple connections. Starting in 10th grade we shared ambitions for or life. We both attended pre-Med at Rutgers for a while and shared some course stuff and fraternity choices.I moved to U of P second year but after our college graduations we re-united at Georgetown Med. What crazy times we had. While studying, we still got into the marches, music and all the sentiments of those hippie times. We started our own newspaper, "the Subterranean Homesick News" which lasted several issues and we endlessly discussed medical school and life choices. Lenny was always really a very philosophical guy with a great command of words and very creative. He was very smart and great fun. I really miss talking with.
After Med School we both started in Psychiatry residency at GT. He was totally engaged in the GT psychoanalytical thinking while I, having just returned from a more neuro-chemical training externship in California, was into the the early use of anti-depressant drugs for treatment. GT was not a good fit for me and I left after year 1 to complete an a residency in internal medicine. My bond to Lenny and psychiatry was a hugh part of my internal medicine practice and over the next 30 years Lenny and I shared many many patients, many medical questions and medical business issues, and lots of life's questions about our kids, families, and future. Often this took place while jogging on the beautiful canal path in Maryland. Like us all, he had his demons but he always meant well. He had a kind, helping heart.
I felt terribly sad at his passing and still miss him a lot as he was then, and even more, as I know he would have been. I am actually still a little angry at him for dying, he would understand that well. He was a great guy.