Alarms

last night, fire alarms disrupted the symphony before the show and again during the show.

last night, marvin died. my brother-in-law's father. he was in his seventies.

marvin was a fantastic guy. gruff and irrascable but so full of love. and i loved him. when jews were escaping persecution in the soviet union in the eighties, he would pick one at random and find him a job and a place to live. then do the same with another. "because that's what you do."

i keep thinking about how my sister is going to have to explain it to her daughter. zella is three and she just lost her grandpa.

the memory of the riteous is a blessing.