About 10 years ago, she persuaded me to illegally park on a very busy street during a snowstorm so I could run into an ice cream shop to buy her chocolate ice cream. "I'll stay in the car," she said. "Nothing will happen." I returned with her cone to find two police cars, sirens flashing, surrounding my illegally parked sedan. But Enid wasn't fazed. She was happily schmoozing with two cops. "We're having a lovely chat!" she announced. She explained to the cops that I had done a mitzvah by buying her ice cream and asked them not to write me a ticket. It worked. The cops were charmed and I was, too. Enid always found a way to connect with people even in the most unlikely circumstances.