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April 15, 2016

Dear all,

Earlier this week, Ron and I went to Amoeba Music in Hollywood, a vintage record shop.

Pouring over the 1000's of albums, we marveled at the range of music, from
classical to jazz to psychedelic.

We found one particular album of Jewish music from the 1960's.  We
wondered: “What was the home like where this album was played?”  “Did
children grow up hearing the sounds?” “What story can this treasure share?”

Yes, it was a treasure hunt.  And as interesting as all the music and their
related stories were …  the greatest treasure was the time spent with one another.

Making each moment in time count is truly a blessing.


With love and Shalom,


Rabbi Zach Shapiro

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