Because I'm Jewish - Holiday Reflections
I remember the Christmases more than the Hanukkahs. Take, for example, The Night of the King Crab. I’m going to say it was 1972. In my memory, everything about that night is wrapped in a burnt-orange and avocado-green glow. We were seated at the dining room table -- me and my father on one side, my older brother, Tim, and my mother on the other. Me and Tim were kids, and my parents were still in their 30s. Instead of the usual turkey or roast beef, my mother had prepared Alas