I have too many memories of Michael to put them all down, but he definitely showed a lack of judgment when he would let me house sit for him in the summers when he and Karen and the kids went up to Woodstock. I did it for about 5 summers, starting with the summer taking the bar. This really helped me make ends meet because I was usually between sketchy housing arrangements as a legal aid lawyer, or I would sublet my own place if I had one at the time. He and Karen never really said out loud what we all knew: they were really making the place available to me as a favor, more so than needing someone to watch the place. The whole neighborhood watched their home and they had a pretty airtight alarm system. They didn’t really need me. But that was Michael: Making it seem like you were helping him when he was really the one helping you.