I was reminded by email a couple of days ago that it has been a decade since one of my good friends died. Ivan Kauffman and I were only friends for five or six years, but he made an indelible impression on my life in many ways. Here’s the essay I wrote at the end of July as I travelled by train to Philadelphia for his funeral and memorial service. Monday morning–early. The 30th Street Amtrak station in Philadelphia is... Read more