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A Note on the Dedication
My grandfather was a soft-spoken man
with sympathetic blue eyes, and a passion
for books and ideas. He always
dressed in a suit, and had a courtly way
of exclaiming over whatever was exclaimable
in people, especially in children.
In the Brooklyn neighborhood
where he served as a rabbi, the sidewalks
were filled with men in black
hats, women in skirts that hid their
knees, and improbably well-behaved
kids. On his way to synagogue, my
grandfather would greet the passersby,
gently praising this child’s brains, that
one’s height, the other’s command of
current events. Kids adored him, businessmen
respected him, lost souls clung
to him.