I visited a synagogue for the first time today. Cal lost his first canine tooth. His sweatshirt was blood-splattered when I arrived to accompany his class for a part of their study of world religions. The paucity of church (synagogue/mosque/temple) goers that I perceive in my community chronically saddens and worries me; by and large, people must not be deriving any real comfort from this communal aspect of life. We all depend on small intimacies to stay afloat, whether vis-a-vis a religious community or the cashier at our grocery store who asks how hockey is going for our boys in their absence. Today's experience left me feeling like I'd moved into a warm pocket of air.