And then sometimes, when you're least self conscious, when you want to reach out and feel that all encapsulating promise of a promised land, you'll find the words bubble up from the surface smoothly.
The chanukiahs went up again last week. The kitschy electric lights they strap to lamp poles along the intersection of lanes. My heart didn’t even beat with that happy pride it used to. I mean come on! It should have. This street, as fate would have it, used to be my street. Wings of Eagles, … Continue reading Kitschy Chanukiahs? Yassss