How many times over these 6 years have Burt and I said, “ if only Arthur were here, we could ask him or tell him about something we saw”
or hear his laugh as I share  something hilarious 
We miss you
Diane and Burt

Artie and I were close friends in high school and during my college years. He had his own unique joie de vivre and happy demeanor. He taught me to take a nap after high school. When we woke up, we’d talk on the phone and then have dinner and do our homework. I have a special picture of me that he took when he visited me at college. I was doing a jump off a tree stump (something I couldn’t do now.!) But it reminds me of us together when we were young. I am so sorry he died so young. What a wonderful man.

My mothers cousin Artie was the sweetest kindest most loving and loved person I knew. I carry such amazing memories of him - lunch at the Plaza; sneaking me in the side door to the theater; meeting him in LA…my mom, Eileen Gaffin Barkai, left this world less than a half year after Artie. It was devastating. I miss them every day and pray they are laughing it up in a better place where God knows they deserve to be. I miss you Cousin Artie.  I think about you often. Please look after my mom. You know she adores you. ❤️❤️❤️Ariel

I met Artie soon after moving back to Manhattan in 2011.  We discovered that we shared the same Voice and Speech teacher in Robert Neff Williams and Acting training at the William Esper Studio.  It was only today, in rehearsal at The Signature, that I learned of Artie's passing.  The last time we went out to lunch together, we left the restaurant four hours later.  Being with Artie was always a soulful experience.  He was one of the kindest, most generous people I have ever known.  Oh Artie... I know you're in a beautiful place.


I just came across Artie’s passing. I am incredibly sad about this loss.  I met Artie the day I had a callback for The Times They Are-A-Changing in the theatre where Artie was the SM. I had never been in a Broadway show and was scared out of my mind to be in the theatre doing an audition in front of the current cast and crew. Artie offered me a seat and a kind smile. His smile…it said a lot.  It felt like a warm hug from an old friend and he looked at everyone that way. Everyone got to enjoy the warmth and love that was Artie Gaffin because he gave his love and attention away freely.  We were all so lucky to share this planet with such an incredible human.  Incredible.  Love you Artie, and sending comfort and ease to his family and loved ones. 

A heartfelt condolence to Mr. Gaffin and his family.

It is obvious from the number of messages here that you were loved by many, many, people.

I recently heard that Danny donated a quarter of a million dollars to Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS in celebration of what would've been Artie & Danny's 41st anniversary — April 26, 1980. 

This donation was one of the items on "Artie's list of 6" that he wanted Danny to see to after his death. 

A beautiful gift to honor a beautiful partnership. 

I just found out about Artie through my cousin Danny...I'm so sorry I just learned this. What a beautiful life Artie and Danny had together. 

This poem is in memory of you Artie.

I am standing upon the seashore.  A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.  She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she is only a ribbon of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.  Then someone at my side says, “There!  She’s gone!”

Gone where?  Gone from my sight—that is all.  She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination.  Her diminished size is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There!  She’s gone!” there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “There!  She comes!”  And that is dying.

XOXO


Arthur and I were good friends in high school and college.  He taught me to nap. The routine was: get immediately into bed after school and sleep until you are woken for dinner. Check in with each other afterwards and then do your homework. We were definitely more focused after we’d slept and eaten. 

After college he seemed directionless for a while and even sold men’s clothing. Imagine, if Broadway hadn’t called, he might have been the CEO of Bloomingdales!

https://www.playbill.com/article/100-000-gift-made-to-broadway-cares-in-memory-of-artie-gaffin

What a wonderful gesture Danny to your life long companion.

Not a day goes by, not a single day......
Yesterday marked six months since Artie's unfair and awful death. The Sondheim lyrics above from "Merrily We Roll Along" are so apt: I think about Artie so often that the song title could be "Not an Hour Goes By."  As it happens, Artie and I attended the ill-fated original Broadway production of "Merrily" in October of 1981 the night of the New York City Marathon, which I had run earlier that day. He saved me from tumbling over the mezzanine railing into the orchestra, as I had no strength in my legs. One of the many unforgettable theatre events we attended together over a cherished 48 year friendship.
The Sondheim link started even earlier: I met Artie in July of 1972 at the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre, where he and I and my college roommate Phil (who were serendipitously working together on the same off-Broadway show) went to see the Phil Silvers revival of "A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum." I was smitten, as everyone was. I count myself lucky that we were able to go to the New York City Ballet many times a week in the 1970's, always ending up eating pizza supreme at Fiorello's afterwards. Balanchine and Robbins were still alive; life was good. Our waistlines expanded.
The ebb and flow of Broadway opening nights, vacations in Alaska, Europe and Asia with Artie and Danny....I could not ask for more. And it goes without saying that meeting Danny and his great group of friends in LA was the icing on the cake, and I totally could see why Artie would fall in love with him.
So many who have written more eloquently than I on this site have pinpointed Artie's magnificent human gifts; I shall not repeat them. What I miss incredibly is Artie the ultimate sounding board: ask his opinion on anything and you were sure to get an honest and fiercely smart answer. I miss you dear friend.



I happened across the news of Artie's passing a few hours ago on the web. Artie and I were friends at Penn in the late 60s, then in NY in the early 70s. We lived a few blocks from each other in the E 60s, frequently went to plays or restaurants together.  Artie was kind enough to water our plants when my (first) wife and I were away during the summer........ His smile, sense of humor and sense of mischief were infectious. I'm sorry we never reconnected after he moved to LA and then back again to NY. He was good man. The world is a smaller place with his passing.

Noel Hynd
Culver City CA 

Two months ago our brother-in-law, our children's uncle, Dan's other half, a man adored by all of us, died.  We are devastated.  We first met Artie 40 years ago in LA with Dan. This Artie became Dan's life's love and mate and our family member.  We are full of memories of walks, talks, meals and shows, of celebrations and of mournings.  Artie had a welcoming and sometimes devilish smile, loving eyes, big smooch, listening ears, insightful words and a heart full of wisdom.  He had a strong moral compass.  He was unassuming.  I never knew him to toot his own horn.   Artie's kindness and generosity were legend in our family.  As were his stories of life in the theater.  When he and Dan visited CT one would have thought that royalty had arrived.  The question always was: how many bags of bakery goods from NYC would Artie be carrying when he got off the train in New Haven? And the answer always was: Oh, so many. In NYC he shared the world of theater with our family and friends. We hung out in the PSM's room. We experienced opening nights.   Artie's gift was the gift of himself which he gave over and over to us through stories, humor, love and insight.  With my eyes closed I see him clearly now at our table.  He looks up and gives me a smile. The last time we saw Artie was with Dan, Nina and Alan at Artie's apartment last July. Over lunch we talked about our lives. We were all so happy to be there together, 40 years later. A teeny tiny band.  Never imagining that this would be our last time together. Artie we miss you and wish you were still here.  We will be there for Dan. We know how much you loved him.  One more memory:  One day we were visiting Artie in a rehearsal space.  We found ourself in an elevator with Antonio Banderas.  He asked who we knew, and we said Artie.  He took his right hand, made a fist, pounded his chest and said, "Artie... from the heart".                                                                             

The magic of Artie is that all of us think we’re his best friend.  Like a good parent, he made us feel like the favorite.  And that’s the beauty of him in a nutshell.  I met Artie because I was hired  as his production assistant for a project, the luckiest assignment I ever got, over twenty years ago.  He taught me everything.  He was there for all the milestones; the hospital stays, the horrible break ups, the wedding, the birth of my two boys, the shows, the good and bad and everything in between.  And I tried to be there for him as a friend and as his assistant on many shows.  I learned everything from Artie Gaffin; about how to be as a human being, and how to laugh at life.  We traveled together, we ate too many meals to count together, and we gossiped and laughed and loved one another deeply.  I think of him every single day.  It’s a gaping hole.  He once said to me when I told him a story about a “No” type of stage manager who refused to do anything outside the parameters of their job…“it’s just part of the job, our job is to make it happen”.  And boy did he do that every day, with a life changing smile and a shopping bag full of junk food.

This is my second memory honoring my dear Artie, but this one is for Danny, Artie's lifelong partner.  My heart is with you and my condolences to you and your families. 
Dear Danny,
In all the years I've known Artie, since 1995, you and I have never met, and hope I'll one day have the pleasure.  During the run of Forum, Artie had a chance to meet my much beloved late husband, Don with whom I had a long and happy marriage.  Like you and Artie, my husband and I  met in 1980 (Sept) and had a wonderful life together until his passing in 2004.  My daughter, Dahlia was the first to hear news of Artie and told me this morning with a heavy heart as she, too, has loved Artie since she was 9 years old -- she's now 33!  In Artie's emails, you'll see the past year and a half has been all about our trying to meet and catch up between his travels.  I've not seen Artie in so long, but I'm happy that Dahlia ran into him this summer in Central Park and at least had the chance.  As I'm still taking in this news, I can't fully express ALL that Artie means to me, but as one who's also lost a life partner who was beloved by many, and with whom I have so many wonderful memories, I want to share how very blessed we are to have had partners like our Artie and my Don in our lives.  I do hope we'll have the pleasure of meeting one day soon.  With much warmth and support, Yolanda 

Artie was so precious to me as a friend, advisor, and confidant.  In my theatrical career experience, I've never known a kinder, more generous man.  I'm heartbroken to hear news of Artie's passing as we've been emailing over the past year, trying to meet between his travels to California.  I will miss Artie, his talent, his affection, and am truly blessed to have had him in my life, as was all of Broadway.  May my dear, dear friend rest in peace.  He'll forever bring a smile and warmth to my heart.

Diane, Emily and Danny, and your families, I am so very sorry for your loss.

One of the neighborhood kids from PS99, Midwood and college (nearby to Penn), I ADORED Artie. I still treasure hanging out in his basement during elementary school and SING. Over the Mountain/Across the Sea is still an earworm.

Through the Internet I found Artie and we caught up a couple of times over lunch and Chinese during some of my rare rare visits to NYC.

Diane, I was so glad to know you stayed such great friends.

Emily, I share your pain at losing your brother, having lost mine, too young, 30 years ago.

Danny, Artie so loved you - how Artie's face lit up. 

I feel so lucky to have grown up around him. His charm and presence will continue to be a great gift to me.

What a special guy!



Artie and I met when we were freshmen at Penn.  His kind, charming, smart and funny persona was Powerful. He made me laugh from the get go, quoting his favorite lines from the Mike Nichols/Elaine May breakthrough comedy album. 
His sense of humor was beyond compare. He wrote me a poem which he and I and our college friends always remembered. Backdrop: he came to visit me at my sorority house and I wasn’t home. He left this note:
     “I was here when you were not
      In leather pants and feeling hot
      So if you want to be my hon
       Call BA2-5781 “ (his phone number)
Once I met Artie, I wanted to be in his presence all the time and forever. I think we all felt the strength of his draw. He was that wonderful. We were English majors and for the most part, we took the same courses. He was the smartest and most insightful person I have ever met. He loved the theater with all his heart and I always respected and admired  him for devoting his life to his passion. 
His beloved Danny was his equal in every way and I am so fortunate to have been able to know them both and to have experienced the aura of their loving relationship. My thoughts and prayers go out to Danny and Artie’s family, all of whom he loved so much. The loss of Artie is still unthinkable while the memory of Artie is most precious.


Professionally, Artie worked backstage: he was the Wizard behind the the curtain. But to us, Artie was THE STAR. We met in NYC in 1971 & within minutes we were laughing til we cried. We knew we were destined for a lifetime of Love & Friendship - "My Archie Angel." For almost 50 years my primary "ab workout" has been "Laughing With Artie." In 1980 I was newly divorced with 3 children when  Artie (nervously) asked me to dinner "to meet somebody." It was Danny Baron: his "new boyfriend." I was anxious for Artie's new b.f. to like ME. We went to that Vietnamese restaurant on Fairfax in LA & I met a tall, dark & handsome, brilliant urbane, darling Prince. (Danny.) I didn't like him - I LOVED him. More importantly, Artie loved him, & Danny Loved Artie. And I've loved both of them my whole, adult life long. ArtieandDanny have been the template for "Happy Couple 101." Theirs is: A Love Like No Other. For my three sons they are Uncle Artie & Uncle Danny: faux-uncles-surrogate fathers-positive-male-role models; the training wheels on my wobbly Single Mom Schwinn. My Family By Choice vs Blood. My kids and I are only 4 of the scores of people lucky to be in Artie's orbit and phone book. Artie collected friends the way rich people collect priceless art & jewels - always making people feel valuable and unique. Best Listener.  Most Authentic. Great Sweaters. Kind. Patient, Least Judge-y, Never Cranky.  Artie's magic was very real. His Velcro memory -  from monumental moments to minutiae was freaky. He remembered what Danny ordered at Nate 'N Al's in 1992. Artie & Danny planned & took exotic and amazing trips around most of the world (& met MORE people). I'm so grateful that we could be together to celebrate my son's wedding in May. In March, they raced-over to meet my new grandson. Artie cuddled him in the blanket I crocheted & Jaxon got to experience Uncle Artie's Magic Pixie Dust. How will we slog through Life without Artie?  He will be Loved & Adored forever. 

Some 30 years ago, I met Artie Gaffin and Danny Barron.

They were a fascinating couple who in turn had fascinating friends.  Whenever we all gathered, magic was made.

As a gay man who’d yet to find the “love of my life” at this point in time, Artie & Danny’s partnership, their style, and the joy they shared together made an indelible impression on me.  Theirs was the kind of relationship we all should be so fortunate to find and to cherish.

In remembrance of our dear Artie, my heartfelt sympathy to his family, his friends and his partner, Danny.

Steve


We were unbelievably blessed to welcome Artie into our family. What magical forces were at work to bring this kind, smart, witty person into our fold? It was love. Artie was the beloved of my brother, Dan, for almost forty years.
   Here are just a few of many sweet memories: we would gather around the big table at Stony Creek, Artie talking to all, really engaging, genuinely interested in what was happening in your life. It might not have been easy at first for we were a large, boisterous group. Very quickly it was clear that Artie was doing just fine because, well, Artie was a mensch and then we all just wanted to sit next to him and we had to take turns.
   And the sweets! Artie would bring chocolate babka and other NYC goodies for my mother, Edith. She had a dedicated plate that would be set out in anticipation of the babka. It was unspoken but we knew that Artie would be bearing treats. 
   Artie's generosity was abundant. He met with a number of young friends of ours who were interested in the theater. They were so appreciative and would comment about how kind he was.
   Artie was so generous with his resources. My New Jersey suburban family would travel to The City for a performance and then meet up with Artie after the show. Sometimes we'd even get to go backstage. It was wonderful. On occasion we'd be introduced to a real Broadway actor!
   Lastly, I want to mention family guy Artie. Uncle Artie, Great Uncle Artie. Son-in-law, brother-in-law and friend. So kind to Edith and Paul. Present for the joyous times and there when things were tough. 
   Artie, you will always be cherished and although there's a dent in my heart I am comforted by the many treasured memories of you. 
     
   

Artie,

We’re always making attempts to re-tell your Broadway and Brooklyn circa 1950 stories but they just don’t work unless they’re coming out of your mouth. 

From a certain wealthy actress returning her wardrobe stockings in bulk for the cash to another famous face offering to pay an audience member to leave “her” theater.

You always had us in the best kind of tears.

You were the first (along with “Uncle Danny”) to take us out and celebrate our engagement then volunteer to babysit our soon to be born baby so we could get away to explore the world.

We’re so glad to have been able to spend the time we did with you.  Although Katie only knew you for a short time, you immediately shot to the coveted position of favorite family friend (high in the running for favorite person period).

Baby Lipman won’t have a chance to meet “Uncle” Artie, but will hear the stories.

We love you and miss you dearly...

Jon & Katie

Artie was pure love. From the moment you met him, you were his friend. And not just “a” friend. Every time you saw him, his warmth, his spirit, his embrace, his mensch-iness made you feel special. His very presence turned a bad day into a exuberant, memorable one. Unfortunately, I only knew Artie for a matter of years. Danny had beautiful Artie in his heart and life for almost 40. Only 14.1% of all relationships last that long. Both Danny and Artie were among the few truly blessed to have had a love that deep for four decades. 

This is Danny Baron, Artie's longterm partner.  I (admittedly narcissistically) write that as a preamble because I've gotten some calls from friends who are confused by the other Daniel Baron who posted on this site the other day.  That Daniel Baron is Artie's and my favorite nephew, son of Ruth and Michael.  Thanks for all those who alerted me to this possible confusion and encouraged me to clarify things here.  So, this being the first time I've written on this site, my memory of Artie is too vast and deep to write a memory here, other than this:  You are the love of my life, Arthur Paul Gaffin.  For the past nearly-40 years.  And, magically,  even before we met in February 1980.  And forever and ever and ever.   

I am still trying to deal with the reality that my beloved brother-in-law Artie is no longer with us. He was simply THE BEST. A kind, generous, wise spirit who brought love and light to everyone he met. He was a devoted and doting uncle to my three daughters, two nieces, nephew and their spouses. And he was beyond wonderful with my wife’s late parents Paul and Edith. The photo posted here is from that crazy “induction” day that my niece Sarah mentions in her memory post. You will note he is smack dab in the center as he will always be in our hearts.
 Thank you Danny for bringing Artie into our collective lives those many decades ago. He immeasurably enriched all of us and his shining example of a life well lived will live on with us all.

I miss you, Artie. I can't believe I won't be seeing you again. I remember playing cards with you, hanging out with you and Dan, seeing your shows, and feeling happy and excited just to be around you. I bragged about you all the time. You were with us for this event here and that celebration there, a big part of our family. Your smile was like an app that made pictures naturally brighter. You were smart, too, but you didn't show it off. You were more interested in being nice to people and working to help others. There's a reason they dimmed the lights for you. You were the real deal, man. I love you, Artie.

For my beloved Uncle Artie,
Today we start a new year without you, but this is the first Yom Kippur that I understood  Yizkor, because I couldn't stop thinking about you.

I was thinking about when we voted you into the family 20 years ago- it was awkward because weren't you already a part of our family? (I'd known you my whole life!). But, of course, the decision was unanimous- we all made it official at that random restaurant and toasted the place that you already had in our family and our hearts. And you were so graceful in your acceptance of this whole thing- despite my grandfather's booming voice and grandmother's accompanying stage whisper- you just smiled.

And every time that Jeremy and I would move into a new apartment, you'd be there with a container of salt for flavor and honey for sweetness. So traditional in this custom- but also such an apt gift from you- so sweet but always something more.

For the smile and the laugh and attention that we already miss, for the  bags and bags of sweets that everyone will bring to the next family event- and we all might bring them now that you aren't here because we'll all be missing you every time. I can only hope that you are a part of us, and of me, and I know I'm better for having learned from your values and lived with your support.

From Yizkor
When we have joys we yearn to share, we remember them
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us as we remember them

Arty was a wonderful man. He will be remembered well for his incredible contributions to the stage, but I’ll also remember him for his everyday simple acts of kindness. Whenever him and Dan would stop by my office, they would always bring sweet treats for us and share their warmth of spirit. We will miss him greatly, but will take with us a little more kindness every day in his honor.

LOVE IS LOVE!

 During our recent vacation in The Netherlands, Artie and I talked a lot about the state of gay equality. For a brief moment in time, after the Supreme Court’s historic ruling on gay marriage, we thought that battle was behind us. But the current political climate has shown us that people are still reluctant to acknowledge the love we feel for our partners, a love that is no different than the love straight people feel for their loved ones, that regardless of sexual orientation, your loved ones are your Family. 

Artie was more forgiving, less militant than I was on the subject. And yet; a mere two months ago when we were in Holland together, I saw first-hand the depth of love that he felt for Danny. Day in day out, like newlyweds, they wondered through the narrow streets of Utrecht, Haarlem, Delft and my hometown, Antwerp. I knew the country, Artie produced the trip. Ha, I remember the dinner he made in LA so we could plan the vacation. He hung a big map on the wall of all the places we would go to. The museums, the hotels: the booking which went wrong in Den Bosch and how quickly he found us another one. 

When we were there, I wanted him to see where I grew up, experience the places I had left behind. But every time I turned around, he and Danny were a block behind us chatting, laughing, mesmerized by each other in a world I couldn’t reach. How I envied them. I didn’t meet Michael until I was over 50, Artie and Danny had the love of a lifetime: 39 years! It made me wonder how much stronger I would have been if I could have faced nearly an entire lifetime with that kind of love by my side.

You will always be with me, Artie. With us.
Until we meet again!
Ciao Artie, Farewell!


Artie was both a captivating storyteller and the most attentive listener – a rare breed. He was my friend for nearly 40 years. I’ve known Danny for 50. Countless memories…shared meals (and lots of ice cream), movies, trips, long walks. Mostly, talking and laughing, about anything and everything. Artie’s enthusiasm, his warmth and humor and generosity (picking up the tab with Artie at the table was a challenge), the mutual love and support he and Danny had for one another, enriched my life immeasurably.

I miss him so much and share deep condolences with his family, many friends and, especially, Danny.


Artie was unparalleled in this world — his kindness, his warmth, his humor, his generosity, and his wit were one of a kind. I always looked up to his relationship with Danny as an exemplar of what love, support, and truly joyful, adventurous partnership looks like. I still can’t believe he’s gone and my heart breaks for you Danny. 

Zack and I are sending you all of our love and strength. 

Like so many, I'm just heartbroken.  Artie was so kind and so genuine, truly a lovely man.  And, although I may be heartbroken, I'm truly at a loss for what his partner of so many years, Danny Baron, must be feeling.  There wasn't a time that I saw Artie that Danny wasn't by his side.  Truly the definition of a happy couple...what so many people wish for in their lives.  I'm so glad that Danny has the many years of memories and travels to hold dear to his heart.  And, for all of us to remember that wonderful smile that truly was just Artie.

What can one say to sum up the life of a man who never failed to bring a smile to your face, who always had a funny story to tell and was quick to offer a shoulder to cry on? Words fail.

From the moment Danny introduced me to Artie thirty-three years ago, I knew he was not only one of the most unforgettable characters I had ever met, but one half of an extraordinary love story.

Artie &  Danny, were  a great pair, inextricably linked like Laurel & Hardy, Ricky & Lucy and  Abbott & Costello.  I was lucky enough to bask in the glow of their love. We often traveled together and I have attached a photo from our most recent vacation, just a mere two months ago. I never would have dreamt that it would be our last. It seems like an appropriate image to leave as a lasting tribute to this unique soul who leaves behind enormous shoes to fill. 

Oh Danny...I'm so, so sorry for your loss.  Whenever I was around Artie, he made me feel like I was the most important person in the world.  He listened and he was always so present.   As well, I also noticed how he looked at you and how you brought a magical smile to his face.   He was so charmed by you.   We will miss him terribly and he will always be in our minds and hearts.  Much love to you and all in the Baron and Seiden families.





I have known  Arthur about 65 yrs,  from  Kindergarten at P.S. 99 in Brooklyn, through  Midwood H.S.,and I can tell you, he  was, no surprise,  the same  person you  all knew .
Certainly always the most  popular, the funniest and a real charmer.  .So many memories of laughter, ( sometimes a little mischievous),working on shows and just hanging out.  The twinkle in his eye and that characteristic warm welcoming Artie smile was his gift to us. 
Burt and I and Jon and Katie will miss him terribly, 
Our heartfelt condolences to his beloved
Danny and to the Seiden family : Emily and Jay, Rachel and Elyse. Our condolences as well to the Baron family.
Diane and Burt

Danny - almost 30 years ago, when Efren started a new job at JWT Los Angeles, we were lucky enough to meet you and Artie.  From the moment we walked into the magnificent home you two created together we were captivated by you both and the life you shared. I have crystal clear memories of sitting shiva on the Upper East Side for Artie's dad or meals where Artie's peaceful advice helped mend a broken heart when my mom passed shortly after.  I particularly admire Artie's integrity and devotion to his work but also his sense of humor and light heartedness about it all. He enjoyed it. Anyone who has spent time with you two could feel the love, the sense of history and the ease of a couple who were made for each other.   With deepest sympathy to all his loved ones, we send you our very best. Loving you both. Always.

Danny, so very sorry for your loss. You and Artie were the definition of "cool couple" - globe trotting, endlessly curious - absolute role models. He was one in a million.

Artie was the most generous and loving friend to me and to all his friends - we met officially backstage (of course) at a production of ...I'm pretty sure it was Bus Stop at the Pasadena Playhouse, when I went back after the show to say hi to a friend in the cast; we hit it off immediately and so well that we made a date to meet up after the show shortly after. We met at an all-night restaurant (with the BEST french toast) and talked through the night. 
After that, he went on tour with M. Butterfly and would send pithy and hilarious postcards from the road (before cell-phones and the internet  made the handwritten word an obsolete method of communication).  Once he was back in NY to stay, I watched so many shows at his side at the stage manager's desk, listening on headset to that particular lilt in his voice as he called "GO"; and when he was in L.A,. he and Danny and I would have a wonderful meal somewhere and spend the day just talking and talking.
The attached photo was taken in L.A. at the Original Farmers Market. Danny took this photo of us, one of many I cherish.

Danny (I hope you are reading these expressions of love and loss), my heart goes out to you. I am so so sorry for your loss. I am sending my love to you.

AVIS DE DÉCÈS

Arthur Gaffin

26 novembre 1948 – 13 septembre 2019

Riverside Memorial Chapel

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