If God never gave me one more thing in my life, then you, right now, would be enough. You are my Dayeinu

Jenny held
her breath wondering whether her matzo would pass muster.

He has the memory of a convict, the balls of a fireman, and the eyesight of a housebreaker. When there is crime to fight, Landsman tears around Sitka like a man with his pant leg caught on a rocket. It's like there's a film score playing behind him, heavy on the castanets. The problem comes in the hours when he isn't working, when his thoughts start blowing out the open window of his brain like pages from the blotter. Sometimes it takes a heavy paperweight to pin them down.

Jewish vampires: Starve me to death? Seriously? Then what?

Jewish vampires: blood can’t be kosher… can it?

Sure, Bob Dylan had some good songs. But he could have been a doctor.