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Oh, where are my boys? Scattered somewhere
in this American night, in strange places called
Colorado and Wisconsin, perhaps one in his
dorm, perhaps one in a bar, or in a library, or
in bed with his girlfriend. Can they sense that,
at speeds 10 x faster than the Internet,
their father sits a thousand miles away in
Brookline, in Massachusetts, on his lonely
mountaintop, staring into space, thinking of
them?
Rosh Hashanah
September 2001