A Trio in Search of a Blech
As my plane landed at JFK, the third day of Hanukkah gave way to the night before Christmas. Wise men and Maccabees, manger and menorah, holy night and holy light all merged on the taxi ride to Brooklyn for a winter holiday vacation visit with my sister Rivka. Fortunately, there was room at the inn; she had recently acquired a two-story brownstone. No sooner had I arrived than my friend Yehuda called from the Upper West Side. “What are you doing Thursday? I have to go down to the Lower East Side and buy a blech for Friday night. Would you and your sister enjoy a tour and shopping spree rolled into one?” By birth and temperament, Rivka and I are midwesterners—polite, curious, friendly, naïve. We are sensible without being... Read more...
