History’s Children
A rush of stories in the press this week about the past. First, innocuously enough, music.
A rush of stories in the press this week about the past. First, innocuously enough, music.
Backstage at Chabad Telethon \’99, Jon Voight was like the Beatles song — \”Here, There and Everywhere.\” One moment, the erstwhile \”Midnight Cowboy\” was huddling in a corner with a telethon point person, putting last-minute touches on a speech. Moments later, he was hovering around the extensive buffet, somewhere between the chili con carne and the roast brisket. Then the Academy Award winner was catching up with friends and obliging fans with autographs and photo opportunities.
My husband and I arrived in Havana in the early hours of Sunday morning; we had flown to Cuba via Tijuana to spend a week exploring and, hopefully, to find someone in the Jewish community to speak with.
Fred Rochlin can\’t understand all the fuss over his monologue, \”Old Man in a Baseball Cap,\” about his adventures during World War II.\n\”I\’m not an actor,\” he insists. \”I\’m an old guy.\”
A judge entered an innocent plea for Buford O. Furrow Jr. at the white supremacist\’s arraignment in federal court Monday.
Eleven-year-old Katie Zeisl, who attends Hebrew School at Adat Ari El, knows that the High Holidays are a time to \”tell God I\’m really sorry and I\’ll try not to do it again.\”
To Israel Radio\’s ear, the Reform and Conservative message \”There\’s more than one way to be Jewish\” may be too \”ideologically controversial.\”
From the beginning, there were clear indications of the kind of year that lay ahead.
From the beginning, there were clear indications of the kind of year that lay ahead.
A year after my father\’s unexpected death from a kidney transplant, I returned home.
Six months earlier, my mother had sold our house, the one I had lived in my entire life.