Page 118 - Jewish Book Annual Volume 16

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We rose from our counter seats. Dr. Bloch chatted with the
cashier about her coming annual trip to Florida. We strolled
into the Library building. Autumn was in the air; Days of Awe
and the harvest were approaching. We took the elevator and
were greeted by the attendant. “Today,” he told her, “I have to
leave early; Jewish New Year cards to mail and many other
chores.” “I have lots of things to do,” he told me as we reached
the room. He took his packages and said goodbye to his former
staff. He said goodbye to the guards at the exit door. “I will not
be in tomorrow,” he said departing.