.... for not having posted since. And ... we are in the midst of the days of awe, between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Time to redeem myself. In any case, I managed to say Kaddish almost every day since the last posting, once a day. School is now in full swing. The intimacy of the small room on Pine Street's Chabad house has been replaced by the large impersonal third floor large prayer room at Hillel. There are now over 25 young men and some women as well, every morning. It is hard for me to find a seat if I am not early, which I never am. They all daven, hardly any play/study/camaraderie afterwards, at least toward me.
I am surprised that now I know some of these guys for over three months and have not developed a relationship with any of them. They regard me as an outsider, who comes clumsily there to say Kadish. It runs counter to the embracing style of Judaism I am familiar with, the one I experience at my reform synagogue, They do not daven everyday, but they make you feel at home when you are there.
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