A bar-mitzvah this morning of a great-grandchild of Jews who fled Nazi France just as the Nazis were entering Paris to the north. The best thing about this story: For twelve years, he had no real Jewish upbringing, and then, after doing some research, told his grandparents he wanted to be Jewish. He meant religiously, of course, as his mother is a Jew. An astonishing, wonderful story, and yet another one where I get to say: In your face, Adolf.
The boy learned Hebrew well enough in one year to read his Torah and Haftorah. Kol hakavod, Cody.
Off to a birthday party this afternoon. Maybe I’ll get tomorrow off. Not sure. But there will not be much posting until later.