He was The Singing Rabbi. Not just on the pulpit. Everywhere. In his later years, if you asked Albert Lewis how he was doing, he'd warble:
"the old gray rabbi
ain't what he used to be
aint what he used to be"
I knew him as a boy, the way most of us know our men of faith - from afar. Back then, if I saw him coming, I ran. He scared me. Or the idea of him did. A Man of God. Surely I did not belong in such company.
Then, nine years ago, when I was in my 40's and he was 82 and in failing health, he asked me a question that changed my life:
"Will you do my eulogy?"