tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17874090.post115125087720643020..comments2024-01-12T05:40:00.544-05:00Comments on Positive Anymore: How I Spent My VacationBenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02733601180382760718noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17874090.post-1151386309514959792006-06-27T01:31:00.000-04:002006-06-27T01:31:00.000-04:00As would I.As would I.the chocolate doctor מרת שאקאלאדhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17844956689807749316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17874090.post-1151342235279764312006-06-26T13:17:00.000-04:002006-06-26T13:17:00.000-04:00Sforim, eh? That's hilarious. Your memory-curtain ...Sforim, eh? That's hilarious. Your memory-curtain is indeed charitable, though an evil part of me finds it frustrating, in that I'd get boundless schadenfreude from knowing who it was.Benhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02733601180382760718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17874090.post-1151295086471682202006-06-26T00:11:00.000-04:002006-06-26T00:11:00.000-04:00When I was trying to tell my venerable parents tha...When I was trying to tell my venerable parents that I had visited the graves of Dovid Berkovits and Ernestine Rabinowitz Berkovits, I felt like I *should* be calling her "Ernestine Aleichem Berkovits." <BR/><BR/>[and]<BR/>I once attended a talk in which the speaker consistently refered to the grandfather of modern Yiddish literature as "Sforim." I no longer remember anything else, even the identity of the perpetrator. It seems my memory has drawn the curtain of charity across the scene.the chocolate doctor מרת שאקאלאדhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17844956689807749316noreply@blogger.com