As far back as I can remember, my Uncle David has always sent me a box of trash on my birthday.
To be fair, it’s not so much “trash” as it is items that might be leftover from a garage sale. You might then take these items to a charity, where they’d kindly be denied. They’d become trash when you stop by a dumpster on the way home.
For most of my life, Judaism meant nothing to me. To him, it was worth dying for.
I didn’t feel great about knocking on my dentist’s front door at 11 PM.
The lofty voice, the charitable personality, the Boy Scout skill set. It’s definitely, without a doubt, Tom Hanks.
I find it hard to believe that a marriage can be based on “true love” when The French Girl in a Fur Coat has a gun to her head.
I’m totally okay with a female arch-nemesis. I’m not one of those guys who thinks females weren’t “built” to be arch-nemeses. That’s silly.
Lastly, I’d like to apologize to Alice, Greg, and Larry, who are also missing walls off of their cubicles because of my actions. Also, I realize your children’s artwork is important to you and that it can never be replaced. I am very sorry for this. In my thoughts, Alex
It was my first bris; well, first besides my own. I don’t remember mine, or know anyone who remembers his. Why would you want to? The flesh of our manhood: cut, trimmed, snipped. Ouch. But that was tradition, or so I’m told. I don’t know much. My last run-in with Judaism was at my bar-mitzvah, 12 years ago.