Shh. It’s a secret. It the birthday of my eldest. Of course, we use the time a baby breathes its first, but Shoshana took way more than a day from the time her mother’s water broke to enter into the world.
Given the events of this past weekend in Charlottesville, I decided to break into my queue.
After all, I lived there for 13 years. And, one of my finest accomplishments there (other than the birth of my two daughters and a slew of great products) was bringing life to the 150 year old synagogue there. Jeff Poelvoorde and I spent months convincing folks to come to a traditional Saturday morning service. And, with time, a wonderful Jewish community- shared lives, families, food- developed. And, continues there still some 3 decades later.
Ya gotta get up, Ya gotta get up, Ya gotta get up, Ya gotta get up this morning. (Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning; Irving Berlin)
Did you ever get confused when you dial a number? Well, I certainly did on this trip.
It’s dinner time. My son and I are hankering for a nice, juicy steak. (Do you know how difficult it is to go out and order a steak? Of course not- you don’t keep kosher. We have to either live in Manhattan [among three or four other places in the States] or be in Israel to do this.)