This week my favorite Hebrew School teacher, Ida Stack, died. And last month the rabbi who officiated at my wedding, Murray Saltzman, also died. This post is for them. Rabbi Saltzman was not my rabbi growing up. He was Susie's. I still remember sitting in his office preparing for our wedding day. I still remember standing on the bima of Baltimore Hebrew Congregation and Rabbi Saltzman exclaiming in his deep, resonate voice, "Susie and Steve, as you stand together on this day, may you stand together throughout the vicissitudes of life." To be fair I was too focused on Susie ("Hmm, she looks so beautiful") to remember his exact words but I can still hear him saying, "vicissitudes." And I remember thinking, "Can we not talk about vicissitudes now... can we get married already and get to the dancing." There have of course been a lot of twists and turns since then. But some twenty years later his words have gained more truth. Most of al
"From the place where we are right flowers will never grow in the spring." Yehuda Amichai