Evidently, my first-grader was just in a mini-play to which I was not invited. Totally fine by me. In fact I greatly appreciate not being invited to everything. And I greatly appreciate her teacher’s selection of “The Hanukkah Miracle,” because we have a bit of a monoculture problema in Happy Valley, and measures are being taken. May “The Hanukkah Miracle” be for a blessing. But I question the essential prop: a big, steaming bag of latkes. That strikes me as less than geshmak.
Soap is the thing that lathers
And froths upon your skin,
And rinses clear–without the which,
You’d be a dirtykin.
And bubbling in the bath is heard,
And filthy be the scene
That could abash the little shard
That kept so many clean.
I’ve seen it labor recklessly
To vanquish reeking pong;
Yet, always, effervescently
It toils until it’s gone.
Happy Memorial Day. Yes, we understand that today we are not celebrating National Barbecue Day (although that was an excellent meme). Here’s a little picture from 1945 that makes me, if I may, happy: Grandpa Ace slouched over the wheel after arresting Lt. General Karl Gerlach of Luftwaffe. When my grandmother saw this article in the Stars and Stripes, her only observation was that Grandpa looked more like a prisoner than the General did. That’s pretty much the best part of the story, which you’d understand if you’d met Grandma. Which I did, on thousands of occasions. Happy Memorial Day, Grandpa. I hope you’re enjoying some truly heavenly barbecue.