Bus Stop

Waiting at the bus stop at Fifth Ave and 86th St the other day a young woman, probably in her 20s,  asked me where she could get the limited. I told her it stopped about two blocks south, and she thanked me and started walking down Fifth.  Then, checking my watch I realized I might be late for my own appointment. Wait for me, I called out,  I’ll take the limited too. As we walked along together,  predictably,  the limited bus went rumbling past. You’re younger, I said,  run...

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Purim Spiel

Walking thru my building lobby on my way out to the dry cleaners, I realized my Dominican doorman was staring at the long, elaborately embroidered caftan I was carrying on my arm, bought by my son on a trip to Kazakstan. “This week is the Jewish holiday of Purim when we celebrate by getting drunk and dressing up in costumes.” , I explained with a smile. “Yes, we know,” said our Irish concierge from behind the lobby desk,  “because every year at this time Mrs...

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