Mr. Baer, as I knew him, was genuinely one of the most, if not THE most, outstanding teachers I ever got the pleasure of meeting.
For the first big assignment in fourth grade, Mr. Baer introduced "Watermelon Math". It had something to do with dissecting a piece of watermelon and counting the white and black seeds. I remember crying, because when everyone else finished, they were enjoying the watermelon, and the cooler bunch weren't worried about eating the black seeds, when I was raised not eating the black seeds and that made little me panic. Where most teachers had coddled me to that point, he might not have realized the severity at first, how sensitive I was. However, I learned to love his class.
I loved his recounting of his hikes around Yosemite and other parts of California, and one thing in particular I really enjoyed was his class auctions! He would go out of his way to pick out things like polished geodes, unbroken geodes, bags of polished rocks, and bugs and scorpions encased in lollipops, that we would bid for using our school currency.
When I got to high school, for part of our one of my senior classes, we were to interview somebody in a career path that one was considering going into, as a fresh adult exiting high school. I was aiming to be an English teacher, and where I didn't know a high school English teacher outside of the current school I was at, which was disallowed, I recalled one of the most inspirational teachers I had. He was willing to interview, no problem, and gave me an even better understanding at what it'd be like to teach at elementary level.
The last interactions I had with now, David Baer, was spectating his later-in-the-day shopping at SaveMart, where I would see him every couple or few weeks. At this point, I don't think he recognized me, but he made each day just a bit brighter.
He really deserved the best, and I'm very glad he lived his life with passion.