Our friends Theresa and Adam had us over for a lovely Seder at
Theresa’s apartment in Belmont. It was significantly… quieter… than
the Passover we usually attend at the Spiegelmans on Long Island. In
one respect, though, it was similar — all four of us were reading from four
different versions of the Haggadah. Passover at the Spiegelmans usually
involves some disagreement over how each of the ceremonies and prayers
should be performed. It kinda reminds me of a lot of Jewish humor.
While I’m on this tangent: my friend Jarrett was
working for the UN in Kosovo several years ago and claims that, in one
town he visited, there were only two, very old, Jewish men still
remaining — and that they did, indeed, attend two different synagogues.
