A few weeks ago, I flew to Miami to visit my father, Rabbi Abraham Avrech and my wonderful step-mother, Sylvia.
Maybe it’s my imagination, but the quality of light in Florida feels unique. Colors are softly saturated and glowing, very different than Los Angeles, where the light is harsh and hard-edged. Perhaps it’s the humidity, which literally fogged up my glasses and the lens of my camera every time I exited my heavily AC’d hotel.
I stayed at the Grand Beach Hotel on Collins Avenue. To alleviate my loneliness, I put up a picture of Karen on my computer and just let her sit on the bed and watch me. And yes, I did talk to Karen’s picture. Insanely and incessantly.
This was one of my favorites. I love the fractured grammar and punctuation. How long has it been up? In what year was it first displayed? Fifty years ago? It looks like it could be from the 40’s or 50’s. It’s a beautiful relic, a modern Pompeii.
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and meaningful Shabbat.