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Toronto 1961
The coroner released Mendel Black’s body to the family. Hasty preparations for a funeral came together. The notoriety of Mendel’s death stimulated a great deal of community interest. The small Lubavitcher schul where Mendel worshipped wouldn’t hold the numbers. Consequently, the service relocated to the Mount Sinai Temple that boasted a seating capacity of two thousand. As a result of Callaway’s insistent prodding, Birdie and I attended.
“Don’t think we’ll be warmly welcomed,” I said as we stood in line to sign the book of condolence positioned near the entrance of the sanctuary.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Birdie replied, ignoring the stares and less than furtive glances coming his way. A few came infused with hostility. I signed the book hastily. Birdie signed his f
