Twelve years ago on a sunny summer afternoon in Florida, someone said something to me in a perfectly innocent and offhanded way, which nevertheless had a powerful impact on me. In order of importance if not of chronology, I had just been married, I had just been ordained, I had just moved and taken up my first full-time position, as Assistant Rabbi of Temple Beth El of Boca Raton. In the middle of a staff meeting the Senior Rabbi's secretary poked her head into the room. "Rabbi Feshbach," she said to me, "your wife is on line three in your office. Your secretary is taking a message."