PART ONE
“On that note,” David
would say when he wanted to close a conversation, “I should get going. I have
to (fill in the blank).” There was always something that demanded his
attention, giving him an excuse to end our meandering telephone conversations.
We talked about politics, philosophy, and what was happening in our own lives.
The conversations were always pleasant, not too threatening, and
enjoyable—until he was ready to hang up, which, “on that note,” we did.
I met David at a singles Shabbat
program in the late 1980s. “Meet like-minded religious twenty/thirty-something
from all over Israel
in a pastoral setting,” the poster advertised. Sounded great to me. I went with
a sense of anticipation, mixed with a little anxiety.