Ben Woolf stayed in Russia 4 days after I left, and each day he wrote me long emails, recounting the days’ adventures.  In fact, he used to text me after every trip I took: “How was your flight?” (And I travel A LOT.)  We were supposed to take 3 trips together in March alone, including (if I’m not mistaken) the one I’m on right now.  

Apparently my eulogy yesterday went well… People cried for most of it, then “screamed with laughter during the rape part.”  Ben would have liked that.  I was sick to have missed it, though knew carrying on with my commitments is what he would have wished.  There was no question he was with me, signing autographs in spirit, as I was with those you, honoring him yesterday in Santa Barbara.