THE SCENE: LAST WEEK AT a medical office.
It was a strictly routine matter, but one which involved removing my cabbie cap and disclosing my kippah.
“How was your Chanukah?” the technician asked.
“It was good,” I replied. “Lots of light in a very dark time.”
His eyes held mine. “Tell me about it. I celebrate Chanukah too.”
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Neal Ross Attinson is one of those text-compulsives who feels naked without a keyboard, or at least a a pad and pen. He is unafraid of adverbs, loves astronomy and gastronomy with equally unabashed passion, and lives with/in an eclectic library in Sonoma, California.
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I was in Trader Joe’s and checking out and the clerk asked me if I’d like an
advent calendar for my dog. I saidn “no, thank you, she’s Jewish” and he said “so is mine.”
Huh! Interesting.
Landsman.
Thank you for reminding me of that term!