A note from someone he helped
I am not going to identify myself because this is between me and Solomon, in a way, and I think he would prefer it stayed that way. Thirty years ago I was struggling badly and I went to him — not for practical reasons, simply because he seemed like the kind of person who would not be frightened by the truth. He was not. He helped me in a way that cost him time and effort and he never mentioned it to anyone as far as I know. He deserves to be remembered for all his public service but also for the private kind, which was, I suspect, considerably greater.