Halloween

  The other day we got this very official looking, serious sounding letter signed by the police chief, the mayor and the Superintendent of Schools in  telling us exactly when, how and under what circumstances Halloween would be celebrated this year in our tony top-ranked suburb. A little spooky I thought to myself, having grown up in a Cleveland suburb not far away, but a long time ago. How times have changed, I thought to myself, as I tucked the letter away in a file, just in case. You never know.

Resurrecting Memorial Day

  

Finding Leo Shore

How Two Jews and 24 Red Necks Agreed to Bury the Hatchet And Fight the Germans Instead

Through the years, my memory has often taken me back to the night in Normandy in 1944 when “Swede” Jensen held an M1 rifle on me, sputtering through a drunken haze;

“I’ve always wanted to kill a Jew. If you move you’re dead.”

I huddled in a corner paralyzed for perhaps 20 minutes (it seemed like hours) until Swede passed out in a stupor. I beat a hasty retreat to my tent in the compound where we were holed up in France as our unit was waiting to join Gen. George Patton’s Third Army, as he chased the Germans across Europe.