I did not know Edgar F. well, but had a few encounters with him in more social settings around the early seventies. I think he only began to relax after spending several years in Nova Scotia. He had a small, lovely ultra modern home outside of Halifax. Grant you I was a sheltered rural girl, but his home was the first place I ever saw a microwave oven, a steel fronted fridge, hundred-year-old eggs, and various other interesting and unusual edibles. I was there for a winter weekend once, and watched the snow pile up against his glass doors. It was a lovely spot.

I read several of his books before ending up working with kids, and they certainly influenced my methods. An interesting man, and often dryly funny in person, in my limited experience.

And I'm way off topic, sorry guys.