Beach, Bridge and Beyond
This past Elul, when I was planning my annual pilgrimage to New Haven to visit my parents’ and grandparents’ kevarim (graves), I decided to do things a little differently. My first cousins, Morty and Elayne, who heard that I was making the trip, extended to me a very warm and open whenever-you-want-for-however-long invitation to stay at their Connecticut beach house, which was only about a half-hour drive from the cemetery. At first, I politely refused the offer, thanking Elayne profusely for her graciousness. Within 24 hours, after giving it much thought, I called her back.
“Wouldn’t it be great if, when