Eli, my friend, I see you again, with a cup of black coffee and a cigarette, late at night, with our chevre from Habonim. I see you as a kid, when I first met you, after you moved into Logan, up the street from me. When we would play Monopoly. I see you in Santa Cruz, walking together with Mira, and with me and Orit. Yes, I can still see you. RIP, haver.