a lovely jumble of all different shades of the Boulder Jewish community---except for Chabad; I don't remember seeing any representatives there.
I did manage to tell the right story about Zalman in three minutes.
Then I was free to hear everybody else's goodies.
I made the mistake of ending the day with a delicious meal at the local Indian restaurant.
My digestion is registering serious objection. Okay: tomorrow, I'll go easy; maybe just herb tea.
It is always odd to speak as the "representative" of Zalman and his large presence in this community. It makes me happy; it makes me sad. I'm certainly no replacement for his spontaneous and always apt wisdom for the moment. It feels strange to see him grow into even more of a legend than he already was in his lifetime; something surreal about it.
Now I'm going to go upstairs and think about this all quietly alone.