Good morning from Jerusalem, a city I have heretofore seen only at night and, in large part, from the back of a bus. All I wanted to do yesterday was wander around the Old City, to stay looking at the Western Wall and quietly weep; this, because without having any forethought of the idea, I realized I was seeing this for Tim, my daughter’s late father, who would have wanted to be here so much, it mattering not at all what religion people were practicing, he was himself infused with a love of Christ (whom he credited with helping him in a snap stop drinking, more on that in a moment), and what the wall does and means; the millions of people pouring their belief and grief, it would have poured into him. He was an appreciator, of everything and everyone, even if it was, say, a bite of a cookie. He would have loved so much to see and receive the wall, and Israel, but since he cannot I saw it for him. I don’t Tim would mind me pasting what is below, the idea of seeing something for someone else, he was after all a friend of Sam Elliott’s.