I met Blake and Naved, our great friend, in 1974.  They were in the doctoral program in economics at Stanford and I was at the business school, but taking courses in economics. A year late, after much late night conversation, Blake switched to the business school and I to economics.  Blake took us into his family, invited us to many Thanksgivings and Christmases with Rainey, Holly and Michael and their children.  I left Stanford in 1976 to spend time in India when, unexpectedly, my father died and I acquired new responsibilites.  Blake (and May) gave me much needed support in that long difficult period when I was working in New York and finishing my doctoral thesis and later settling into the World Bank. In 1989, he was my best man at my marriage to Melanie. After that, gradually, our paths diverged and we met and talked less frequently, even after I moved back to California in 2000, Marin County, where I live, being far enough from Los Altos Hills and Palo Alto to be a barrier.  Nevertheless, I kept track of him, assisted, but not enough, regrettably.  I will miss him as one of my closest friends.

I am fortunate to have lots of memories of Blake.  A big one was his 60th Birthday lunch. Lots of laughs and a happy time.  He enjoyed it a great deal as well.

I first met Blake in about 1990 as I was a neighbor of his friends the Goldbergs.  I think that he was an advisor  to them besides being a friend.

I remember Blake as being very very bright and equally funny about many things.

I saw Blake on occasion throughout the years.  He had this interesting dog Harry who, if memory recalls corectly, acted a bit strange.  Not sure how well he got along with Arnold.

I am glad and grateful that Blake was able to see one of his children become married and to meet his first grandchild.  The pictures have great meaning now and will into the future.

I am sorry for his passing but happy for the many memories that I have knowing that so many others have even more.

Blake will be remembered by many for so many similar and different reasons.  As long as he is remembered, he really isn't gone.  He is on a different journey and we are comforted by the thought that maybe we will see him again at some point in the future. 

"May his memory be a blessing"

Eugene