Richard – How often we would sit together at lunch and he would notice something special about me – my dress, my earrings, my nail polish, my poems, my research.  How often his courtly behavior impressed me – so unlike Israeli gentlemen.  Even when his Parkinson’s progressed to the point where it was difficult to have a conversation with him, I loved sitting with him.  

So tonight we went to a memorial ceremony for him – and in his honor we sang “American Pie.”  What a strange and appropriate memorial – noble and generous – just like him.  Will we ever see the likes of him again?