I was looking for you in the lobby, before the seder, but didn’t see you. I always loved seeing you in the spring, even if the weather’s raw on Route 17, too cold to walk to the falls or the lake. I was sure I’d see you in the tea room, but then figured this year you went to the Pine View, or the Nevele. Some say that the Concord closed, even Grossinger’s Some say the people and places we loved are no more, but we ghosts aren’t fooled by the loneliness. Here you are, hours to the seder, taking a trip on Route 17.