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 I
met Sandy Meisner many years ago, 20 or so. We worked
very closely together until a few years before he died.
I was first a student in his private acting class, then
his teaching assistant (he taught on Wednesdays and
I would watch, I taught on Saturdays and he would watch),
then a teacher on my own and a faculty member of the
Neighborhood Playhouse, and always, we were friends.
When Sandy died my son was graduating. My wife and my
daughter and I went to Texas. I couldn't attend the
funeral so I wrote a tribute
and Harold Baldridge, the director of the Neighborhood
Playhouse, read it at Sandy's memorial in New York.
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