Daniel F.Knag, my father, told me once that he hadn't seen his brother since he left in the 1930's, but ran into him in the subway after World War 2. About 1947. My father invited him back to his apartment for dinner and to meet my mother. He said he would come, but never showed. My father said he never saw him again.
He did say he was a great musician, but that is all I know about him.
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