A new temple had recently opened outside Toledo, somewhere out King Road. A festival was going on. Marv and I drove by, and we went in. Everyone knew him. He explained that many of them had been his students; and many of them had long since been doctors in Toledo. They introduced us to wives, children, and family members. I paused, took my shoes off, and went toward the altar. It was a very moving experience - although I observe a different religion, sacred spaces always affect me a great deal. I have seldom been more proud of my father. Everybody knows you, Dad, and everybody likes you.