I was a kid at Esalen, the next to youngest person there, and many of the older staff were quite kind to me, especially some of the older women (sigh).

Fritz Perls was an irascible sort, he and Selig were quite close, both European Jews, both smart, tough, and leery of the charlatans of the world. He was never very friendly to most.

Once, when I was helping him move into his new house high above the property, I jumped out of a moving truck and sprained my ankle. He came over and told me to sit down and stop being a fool. He then said: "I used to be a doctor, let me see it." He gently probed the ankle, said it was sprained but ok, and again remonstrated with me about my recklessness. He was to do this more than once in the time he was there.

Fritz loved chess, and I played him once. He was disgusted, I had no killer instinct in chess and he interrupted the game in the middle and said: "You don't want to win." LOL. He never played chess with me after that.