My friend Muriel passed away in late September. She taught me many things, among them the fact that the elderly can get away with cursing in public and eating produce in the market. We shared hours of lively conversation and my love of Yiddish is almost entirely her fault.
I was reminded yesterday of her 80th birthday party, which Ash and I attended eight years ago. I've dug the blog post from that day out of the archives and have re-posted it below as a tribute to an unforgettable woman. The world was a better place with her in it and she is greatly missed.
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