Henry Randolph Hensel (1963)
William Weiss, III (1968)
Keith was, pound for pound, the strongest, guy I ever knew. The Jack LaLanne of our class. He was, however, quiet and gentle and used his strength for sports. One day in Eastbrook he did so many one-armed pull-ups, the gym coach just told him to stop after 75. One day in 8th grade our homeroom door was jammed to the returning class and the janitor could not worry it free - Keith stepped up and turned the knob, opening it as if nothing was wrong. As the janitor and Mrs. Horowitz stood there gazing at him in amazement, he sheepishly shrugged and smiled. He was a guy of very few words but a lot of action.
I was sad to read years ago he died in a Paramus woods. He was a good person.