I have a close Jewish friend who I met in the gym after one of his daily workouts. He’s 91.
When Hyman and I bumped into each other just outside the gym back then, we traded courtesies, yapped a bit about the political goings-on of the day and parted with the usual, “You know, we should have coffee sometime.” We did. In fact, we enjoyed our political chit-chats so much that we met for breakfast once a week for the next seven years.
