I wanted to take time out to post what’s going on. It’s the first chance I’ve had. It has been an exhausting week, of sitting shiva, greeting guests to come in to pay their respects. I will write this up in more detail eventually. I’ve had some good laughs. My Dad would have been annoyed at people sitting around moping. I’m typing this at the dining room table. As my old friend Michael Fink would say, there would have been a cat on the table and my father yelling with his battlefield command voice “Dewey, get off the table!” Yesterday, I was cleaning up my mother’s bedroom, with his ashes sitting on the desk. Dad saved everything, he was probably displeased. He might even cast a spell on me.