Scott was one of the first Americans , if not the first, I met in May of 2002 when I first came to Cabarete. We shared a number of things between us, East Coast upbinging, Jewish heritage, ex pats, looking for a different lifestyle and a sense of humor and sarcasm which not too many people understood or even appreciated. I spent many wonderful hours with his cantankerous father who had a piece of property adjacent to Yasgurs farm, as in Woodstock,, 1969. Scott was actually there. He had a daughter who was a Disney dancer and choreographer on Disney cruise ships in the early days . He survived, almost,a terrible divorce and fought most of his younger years to stay in touch and connected to his daughter. We shared many feelings about daughters and fathers in the early years of my having my daughter. Scott was the first person I ever trusted in the DR and continued to feel that way for many years. I went to his home and farm in Cabrera and stayed several weekends with his then, lady friend. I took care of her, as a physician, on several occasions when she needed another opinion and a comforting and trusted doctor and friend of her Scott's. We had many other connecting experiences with people in our lives. My daughter and I would see Scott in town often and I remember the last time we met, I told my daughter that I hardly could place him, he had changed so much. Even when he had the first accident with the motocross situation in Cabrera I would see him at his condo in Sosua and would try to keep his spirits high.
I will miss him, though in these recent times, I did not see him much. But we always shared many close bonds and though, he could be difficult, I found him to be a very special man.