My father, a man of no special standing in the world, died on the same day as Mr. Grenjeans. He left high school at 16 when his father died. He was a “runner” on Wall Street. He loved a woman who was not my mother. He entered the Jesuit seminary at age 30 or so. He married my mother and they raised six children. Finally, he worked for 30 years as a probation officer in Family Court.
Mom didn’t understand why Dad–a dedicated public servant– didn’t have obituary prominently placed in Newsday. She blamed it all on Mr. Greenjeans.