WE ARE NO LONGER ALIENS IN TIME, BUT STILL ALIENS IN SPACE
בס"ד
4 Av
We woke to Maggie's enthusiastic banjo playing this morning (does banjo music ever sound angsty or mournful? Not according to Steve Martin...). She's only had it a few months, but has become quite skilled.
Today I read "Under Crescent & Cross: The Jews in the Middle Ages" by Mark R. Cohen, interspersed with writing the "dead sons amud". That would be the list of Haman's sons who we hanged after they all tried to murder us. Pictures to follow...
We bid goodbye to Maggie & headed to New Rochelle, NY, where we had din at Eden Wok with Ada, Michelle & Nathan. They had a glatt 9 daze menu, so Joel & I shared this whole fish that was decorated like a floating ferry boat. Ada & us two went back to her place & hung out with her & the cat later.
What a lovely day, B"H.
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