At Wal-Mart today (don’t tell my fair trade friends) the bagger-lady told us to have a “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!”
I whispered, under my breath, “Happy Hanukkah!” with a little bit of a huff, “That’s why people say Happy Holidays!” Not, of course, that I’m an advocate of the War on Christmas, but my inner-Jew is definitely called up more around here.
Dave reminded me that we live in Athens, Ohio and I was surely one of three Jews in the whole store.
He told me my face looked a little bit like it was going through a Windows hour-glass motion — a recognition of the very odd place we call home.
No latkes here.