SIGH! checked emails; a very dear friend died this am. I am bereft allover again. In 1968, this sweet 18 year old took this newcomer to Montreal under his wing and helped me find a place to live and took me to the Yellow Door to interview for "office assistant". He set my whole life on a special track. I knew this was coming and am glad he is out of pain. I wanted more chances to talk with this beautiful person whom I saw through 3 marriages and many changes until he reached his goal of becoming a rabbi. His retirement was short. DARN!