The one word (of many) that best describes “Schteiny” is compassion. One of my distinctive memories is that the many times that we walked the streets of Baltimore, he went out of his way to give money (and not just pocket change) to every homeless person he saw. I can’t think of a better way to honor him than if we all did the same thing.
I was his college roommate at Johns Hopkins all four years we were there. I think we were the only original freshmen roommates in our class who stayed as roommates all four years. In college, we never called him Marc. Sometime early in our freshmen year, we must have been acting like stupid college kids and came up with a nickname for Marc (“Schteiny”). All of his close college friends have called him Schteiny ever since.
Couldn’t have asked for a better roommate and friend than Schteiny. Even though I moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico 36 years ago, we still managed to see each other at least once a year and since we both did not sleep much, we’ve had many “all-nighter” phone calls during the past 40 years or so. I was fortunate enough to visit him a few weeks ago and was hoping against hope to visit him again when I am back east the end of this month.