Every time I visit my old city Church (as I did last week), somebody calls me up afterwards: "I have heard that you were there!" As if this were news that I never heard. "I miss you!" says my caller. "You were there and I was not! I miss you!" OBSERVATION: It was the funeral of a member who died in high old age. I have said that, even before a word is spoken, a funeral speaks volumes about the deceased. Although she was in her nineties, the funeral was surprisingly well attended, by a surprisingly diverse crowd. And the spirit was good. Such things alone speak very well of someone. In high old age, it may be the exception.