Sorry, can’t recall my first-ever meeting with Abraham Rudolf Steiner. Probably because of a focus on the larger question: “How did I get here?”
I do know it was Nov. 9, 1949. Thanks to my baby book, the roll of visitors on my first day in Bluffton includes the name “A.R.” Steiner.
He was 7; I had yet to experience my first-ever sundown.
A.R. claims he can’t remember our first meeting either, so, I don’t feel that bad.