In the 1990s, near the end of his life, I became friends with a neighbour of mine in Los Angeles, Herbert Zipper. He died at the age of 93, in 1997.

Herbert was a composer and conductor from Vienna. In his childhood, he was dandled on the knees of Sigmund Freud and was part of the fertile and intense Viennese/Jewish cultural life in the early part of the 20th century. He was on track to become, perhaps, one of the major orchestral conductors. Then the Anschluss came, and Hitler marched into Austria.