THE BROAD SPACE

    In his book THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN, Garth Stein writes; "If a driver has the courage to create his own conditions, then the rain is just the rain.". Think about that while I muse on... Those of you who know me know that I refer to the idea of G-d as The Great Architect. Let's say that in an all-knowing nod, The Great Architect gave us the seasons as another way to push through change. To readjust. To revisit. To revise. To rethink and reassess. To allow for change with grace and diplomacy. To accept that what seems wrong can also be a thoroughfare, another way of getting closer to what's right. To see that when something is difficult, it will pass, and then you will be different. It's a brilliant set-up, really. The perfection of impermanence. All the radical changes that require us to learn and to re-learn. That's where our freedom is, on the inside, patiently waiting for us to stretch the grey matter and shift the gears. So, yes...it may seem easi...

  I remember everything. But the most brilliant thing I recall are five words that you said to me. I thought I understood them back in 1986 and I suppose I did; as well as I could at the time. But last night I heard you saying them over and over again in while looking at a picture of a man who stormed the Capital. He wore a black t-shirt with an image of the Nazi Skull and the words "Camp Auschwitz". And I heard you. All these years later I still hear you and the five words you said. Kenny DiCamillo introduced us to one another in his office on the 30th floor of the MGM building. home of the Rock Department at The William Morris Agency. We both worked there. We were in our twenties. Your thick Russian accent and warm 'challo' was unexpected. We clicked and became good friends. You were a Soviet Jew. I was an American Jew of Russian descent. You were here, with us, in the United States after having made a dangerous journey out of Russia, through Soviet Georgia, and int...