We were in Selma on Saturday morning and Rabbi Ruth decided to have a short Shabbat service in this little seating area in a wooded area under the bridge. So we did, something about that place, very peaceful needing even more peace. We could contribute but it would never be enough.
This evening, I got a lovely note from the son of a friend of mine from college. I had written a quite elaborate post on her young death. 10 years ago. She had an interesting story. She had majored in Russian at UCSC graduating in 1974. She took a job being a nanny for a correspondent in Moscow. She met a leading dissident there. Much cloak and dagger. They married and she returned to the US and he was able to come, by great fortune to the US. I remember visiting her in Santa Cruz, pregnant with her first child. They had 5. He joined the Russian Orthodox clergy rising to a very high level. They both died young; tempting to blame lots of cigarettes. If anybody is interested I can repost it.
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