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The Way He Listened

I had a very difficult period about fifteen years ago, the kind you do not talk about easily. I went to Solomon not because I had any particular plan but because I trusted him. He listened to the whole thing without interrupting, which took some time. Then he asked me one question — not a fixing question, a clarifying one — that unlocked something I had been unable to see. I have no idea how he knew to ask it. I think he was simply paying attention in a way most people are not.

Miriam Katz · 8 Jun 2026

Thirty Years in the Same Pew

Solomon sat in the same seat in the synagogue for as long as anyone could remember. You could set your watch by him, which was appropriate. He arrived before anyone else, he stayed after most had left, and in between he was absolutely present — not performatively devout, but genuinely elsewhere. I have sat near him for twenty years and I never saw him distracted. It was instructive simply to be in his presence.

David Levi · 8 Jun 2026

What He Said About Watches

I brought Solomon a watch once that had belonged to my grandfather, a pocket watch that had stopped working. He opened the back of it, looked at the movement for a long time without speaking, and then said: "Your grandfather took good care of this. You can tell." He repaired it and refused payment. He said some work you do because it's the right work to do. I have thought about that many times since.

David Levi · 8 Jun 2026

Shabbat at Waterpark Road

Friday evening at my parents' house had a particular quality I have never fully been able to describe. By six o'clock the house smelled of soup and the table was set and the candles were ready and something in the atmosphere had shifted — the week was receding and something quieter was arriving. Dad would come in from the shop, still in his work clothes, and twenty minutes later he would be at the table in a clean shirt looking like a different person. The kiddush in his voice. The same blessing, every week, for fifty years. That is not nothing.

Rachel Goldstein · 8 Jun 2026

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