My auto mechanic died

After every repair he would hand me a full page of material and times written out in pencil and explain exactly what he’d done, moving his hands like a surgeon going back over an operation. He had been in the Mossad in the 60s but later repudiated violence, war, religion. He told me that in rural parts of Egypt he visited as a soldier locals thought the voices coming out of his walkie were of angels, and he would stop and explain. He believed in the power of honesty. “You can’t be a little bit pregnant, and you can’t be just a little bit dishonest,” he liked to say. You were a good guy, Zev. Rest in peace.