At the celebration of Andy’s life, I recalled vividly the day when Andy presented an oral report to the class about his family’s immigrant experience. Forgive me if, after 30 years, I miss a detail. But it seems that one of the grandfathers emigrated to America via Cuba, where he lived and worked for several years before arriving in the US. “Can you imagine,” he said, “how a Jewish guy speaking Spanish sounded?” He then launched into Spanish with a yiddish accent! Like his college roommate, I could not begin to replicate!
So I had a happy memory on a very sad occasion.
My wife, Marilyn, joins me in extending our sincere condolences to the Neiman family. What a tragic loss to his family and to the arts community.