As a not quite done yet convert I was invited many times to the Rodals for a shabbos meal. Seated as always next to Rabbi Rodal. The Rabbi and I just hit it off. It always felt like we were boyhood pals. So much so that I think the reason I was seated next to the Rabbi was so Mrs. Rodal could keep an eye on both of us. And from my front row seat I got to see the Rabbi in action. He would make some statement to the guests at the table. And they are all looking at him with that not quite sure look until one of them would say “ok is that a joke or are you serious?”. He would pause with a bemused look then crack the biggest smile you would ever see and the guests would all laugh at themselves because he got them again. It was wonderful to watch him in action. His timing, execution, and pacing were spot on. The Rabbi knew how to deliver a line. No more seeing the Rabbi going by on his bicycle. No more puns no more jokes. But he was more than just that. Kindness and just a joie de vivre; that spread to everyone he came in contact with. My heart goes out to the family. I really am sorry for their loss. The world just seems a tad emptier without him but I know other places just seem fuller don’t it. I miss my friend.