Through the years when our kids were in junior high and high school, our next-door neighbor in Washington was Leonard Garment, with his wife and their young daughter. That's a picture him in that era, from a C-Span show. Len Garment was known to the world for his association with Richard Nixon, including being Nixon's White House counsel (after the resignation of John Dean) during the Watergate gotterdammerung. He initially defended Nixon in public while also playing an important private role in trying to steer Nixon away from some of his worst impulses, like destroying the eventually-incriminating White House tapes. You can read much more about those days, including why Garment eventually felt he could defend Nixon no further, here.*
He was known to us as a jovial, gregarious, cultured, interested-in-everything-and-amused-by-it-too opposite of a DC policy nerd or one of today's grim partisan warriors. His first love was music, and his early jobs had been with jazz bands in New York. My office is on the top floor of our house, and at night when I had the windows open I could often hear him next door playing his saxophone or clarinet. His household added vitality and color to the neighborhood -- he was older than my father, his daughter was younger than our sons, he and his wife had parties that drew an improbable range of friends from their arts-plus-politics, New York-more-than-Washington circles. You can get a feel for the breadth of his interests from his book Crazy Rhythm, or this note on his receiving a medal from the National Endowment for the Arts.