“Moshiach is Coming”

19Dec09

There is a young Hasidic Jewish man who weaves frenetically through the pedestrians on Broadway in the Garment District—I see him usually after 6 p.m.—with a stack of used paperback books forming a pilaster on his chest between his clenched hands at his waist and his neck.
He swivels his head from side to side, looking [...]

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Perfect

02Apr09

“That’s what I miss,” my friend at work said a couple weeks ago.  I recalled this while driving west on the Mass Pike toward I-84 South.
 
“What’s that?” I had asked, noticing he was reminiscing in a slightly uncharacteristic way.  He was not one to romanticize the past, as I do in almost every post here.
 
“Singing [...]

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Tickle

11Mar09

When I tickle him, his eyes flash like fire and delight.  He smiles right at me, into me, baring the spot on the upper row of his jaw where he just lost a tooth.  The gum is pink and new.  I stop, and he waits: smiling, flashing, baring.
 
“Again!”

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