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  1. Very nicely done, indeed.

    I can relate to this. It wasn’t a Sabbath by any means, but when I was young, Sunday Dinner was a rule. You had to be there. They were huge. Twenty to thirty people…sometimes more. Location varied, but often occurred at our house because we had the room…and my Grandmother…whose abilities in the kitchen were legendary.

    Sunday was THE DAY for me then. When that broke down, the world changed. Forever. A whole new set of survival skills had to be acquired. Decades later, attempts were made to reestablish the custom as elders began to die off. But they were token efforts having little resemblance to the vibrancy and excitement of those early Sunday Dinner gatherings.

    We are scattered now, and estranged…mostly…those of us who survive. The younger folks organize reunions every few years, but it’s not the same.

  2. This is Sack’s fourth (I think) Times essay since being diagnosed with cancer and they are all great. Here’s links to previous ones.

  3. It is beautiful. I don’t want this world to lose his beautiful soul, though I’ve never met him.

    Reading it also triggers a longing for times that will never be again in my life.

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