My Son and Joe
After explaining who Lieberman was and why this day was so historic, my son\’s only question was, \”So why isn\’t he wearing a yarmulke?\”
After explaining who Lieberman was and why this day was so historic, my son\’s only question was, \”So why isn\’t he wearing a yarmulke?\”
I flew to New York on the morning of Rosh Hashanah, 5760. Tuesday there was a day in court, a dreaded ugly ending to a seemingly unending divorce.
Is there any hope for bringing Abu-Hanud to justice?
Recently, a Chinese-American doctor was monitoring my heart as the speed and incline were increased on the treadmill during a stress test. Perhaps he wanted me to relax; perhaps he was bored and was trying to make conversation. Apropos of nothing but my presence on the treadmill, he casually tossed the question at me: \”What do you think of Lieberman as the vice presidential candidate? Were you surprised?\”I gave a perfunctory answer, yes and no, and then heard myself say, \”When I was a boy, his nomination would have been astonishing. Jews were outsiders then. But now we\’re part of the U.S., just like any other white American.\”
The rabbi is upset with the public protest from Jewish leaders over the Vatican\’s beatification of Pius IX this coming week.
I wasn\’t ready to write off my father so quickly. His lifelong spunk and fantastic attitude were factors that I believed could help prolong his life and perhaps enable him to recover to some extent.
\”Is America a great country or what? (APPLAUSE)
Yes it is. God bless America, land that we love.\”
– Sen. Joseph I. Lieberman, Los Angeles, Aug. 16, 2000
Like most American Jews, I\’m a Democrat by tradition and temperament. Still, I understand why some Jews might not vote for Joe Lieberman. Nowhere is it written that you should vote for someone just because he\’s a Jew. For some American Jews, Lieberman is too liberal. For others, too conservative. Another reason why I like him: He doesn\’t quite fit in any box.
I\’ve been going to Jewish camps since 1985 and can lay bare my heart with the best of them. But I\’ve never attended a camp as intense as BCI, and my expectations for an epiphany are high, perhaps ridiculously so.




