Mort M. Horowitz

I would like to add that the wording of the Mort's story at the climactic moment, when the main character is holding, in his pocket, a carved wooden figure of his beloved dog, and understanding at the same
time that he has been betrayed by his own brother yet still holding to this figure of unconditional love, has stayed with me since I first read
it in manuscript in New Rochelle in my parents' apartment and I would love to read it again. I'm grateful to have been able to read...

I remember Mort Horowitz as one of my father's closest friends. My father, Ed McNamara, revered his work, his company, his presence in their writers' group which began in the city and sometimes met in New Rochelle where my parents rented a top floor apartment in an old house near the water. One day my mother was crying in our kitchen and when I asked why she said she had just finished a short story by Mort, called "The Image of Tirso" but I think the published title was different, maybe...

What a loving tribute to your father Marc. You are fortunate to have such loving memories of him that will forever keep him close to you in spirit.

I'm so sorry for your loss Marc. I know what it feels like to loose a hero.

Mort's Eulogy

As presented by his son, Marc on October 13, 2013

Hi everybody.

A couple of years ago, my father and I were in my car heading south on the New Jersey Turnpike. It was a beautiful day around this time of year. He was still vibrant and robust… but he looked every day of his 91 years.

He reached up, flipped down the visor, looked at himself in the vanity mirror as the sun streamed in on his face and said…

“I didn't know Robert Redford was in the...

It was a pleasure living next door to your family for 20 some odd years. Our children played together and we all enjoyed one another's company at community events. We are sorry to hear of your father's passing but we know you will treasure the many beautiful memories you have shared with him. Our deepest sympathy, Audrey & Carl Klepper & Family