My parents, who were devout agnostics, had many friends with, what were at that time, the 50’s, equally weird views. My parents had worked for Adlai Stevenson, with the view that a General (Eisenhower), no matter how “beloved” was not necessarily a good leader for the United States.
Thus, for my godparents, people who were supposed to guide my spiritual development, they asked good friends of theirs, the Anastopolos. It was not until much later that I learned about George’s history (and we called them George and Sarah), although lots of this history happened while I was a child. Several elegant eulogies have been published. Here is his blog. He was a fighter for the first amendment, before fighting for the first amendment was cool.