Yes, the David Bowie song. Never much cared for Bowie. And the message in the song … well, it’s OK (and covered elsewhere). I’m not even focusing on that; just the opening chords of piano and lush strings, leading into the introductory groove. That somehow conjures up the image of approaching the Berkeley-Carteret Hotel from the northwest after eluding my parents on that Sunday that I didn’t want to go home. And then, finding myself inside the hotel, and then running into my

RIP David Bowie And Rabbi Shlomo Carlebach, zt"l. May their memories be for a blessing.