Martin and I were in architecture school together at Rensselaer Poly in the late 60s. I never forgot him because he brought the perspective of a slightly older, sometimes irreverent, student to the classroom, which was refreshing to us 19 year olds.
But more importantly, he could be quite comforting on the few occasions I shared my unhappiness at the time.
A wonderful smile, he was a delight to be around.