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Today I got together for lunch with my friend and colleague Talia Baruch—we’re both localization consultants, and this was a networking and support group kind of thing.
As Talia walked up to me at our meeting point, she apologized for being a little bit “fuzzy.” Her family had been awakened early that morning by tragedy: four police cars and an ambulance. Her next door neighbor, an older man, was dead.
Murdered.
More than that, the police wouldn’t say.
A kaddish for Talia’s neighbor; may he rest in peace, and may his poor widow find peace herself somehow too.
About the recording: this is a shorter jam with Ward Spangler at the piano and me playing fluegelhorn. After listening to our post-party exhausted beer-marinated jam from Monday, he suggested that we try another one without the exhaustion and the beer.
