Theda Skocpol
Of course I have a thousand memories of Sid as a teacher and colleague at Harvard, but Bill and I also have many fond memories of time with Sid and Cynthia on Mount Desert, Maine, where they rented a place in August for many years. We would run into Sid often at the Beech Hill farm stand, go to concerts with both of them, and often enjoy dinners with drinks, laughter at Sid’s jokes, and talk about life, politics, and the world. Harvard only occasionally came up, not as often as Sid and Cynthia’s daughters and then very young grandson and our son Michael. It was all before Trump, so the world seemed promising. When we visited them, the view from their rental over Echo Lake was spectacular at sunset and not even the impending departure of both families for APSA and the start of the new semester in Cambridge stood in the way of the relaxed pleasures of Maine at the end of a summer day of work followed (always for Sid and Cynthia) by a hike at the end of the afternoon.
