A One-of-a-Kind Friend: Remembering David Kaye, aâ€h
About six or seven years ago, on a weekday Mincha, I noted a visitor. A man in his early 40s, he looked like he had stepped out of an Italian fashion magazine. His clothing was not loud – and very neat – but in modern styles and colors (a different combination each day). Even the shoes matched. I really liked this; it was such a refreshing statement coming from a man whose heart stayed firmly on the path. We soon became friends; I even followed suit (literally) and bumped up my own appearance.
