Howard Seif Many of us came to Binghamton knowing few people if any. For most of us this was a pretty scary experience. But how comforting was it to know that you had two guaranteed friends, waiting for you, both with open arms (and an open house), even before they had met you. How nice was it to know that as far away as your parents may have been, there was always somewhere for you to go when you had a problem, and someone willing to listen if you just needed to talk. And how great was it, that the best pasta salad in the world, is only a 15 minute walk from campus (If you live in CIW). Trying to put into words what Chabad has meant to me is nearly impossible. In fact I believe it is impossible since this next sentence has taken me hours to complete. But maybe the simplest words can convey my very complex feelings. Thank you! Thank you for going far beyond the call of duty each and every day, for each and every one of us. Thank you for opening not just your home, but your hearts to us. And once again, thank you sooo much for the pasta salad.