"Please God, Let There Be No Ants..."

Now it can be told. This past summer (also known as the monsoon season), my mother-in-law, whose faith in the Almighty is unwavering, was plagued by an army of ants. Yes, a plague, and it wasn’t even Passover!

They invaded the window sill in her immaculate (you really can eat off the floor) kitchen,  not as single spies, mind you, but rathe...

 alav hashalom

On any given day, save Shabbos, I half expect the telephone to ring, the JCC’s PhoneTree to be on the other end of the line.

“We regret to inform you of the passing of The Bulletin,” says the voice, recognized by your editor as that of shul stalwart Joe Richmond, “member of our synagogue community since 1951. Services will be held in the Moseson Chapel on the 15th of the month — preceding deadline. Kiddush to follow in the Wachtel Room.”

Could it ...