Monday, June 09, 2008
Now, to lighten up from the previous post. First of all, mom. She grew up in wonderful, wholesome, good old small town Ohio USA. It was a blessed life.
Now, a musical interlude for Shavous. There's some audio out there somewhere, but can't get the imbed:
I'm spending Hanukkah, in Santa Monica,
Wearing sandals lighting candles by the sea.
I spent Shavuos, in East St. Louis,
A charming spot but clearly not the spot for me. (n.b., it's a dump)
Those eastern winters, I can't endure 'em,
So every year I pack my gear And come out here to Purim.
Rosh Hashona, I spend in Arizona,
And Yom Kippa, way down in Mississippa.
But in Decemba, there's just one place for me.
'Mid the California flora,I'll be lighting my menorah.
Every California maid'll
Find me playing with a dreidl.
Santa Monica, spending Hanukkah by the sea
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Now, a musical interlude for Shavous. There's some audio out there somewhere, but can't get the imbed:
I'm spending Hanukkah, in Santa Monica,
Wearing sandals lighting candles by the sea.
I spent Shavuos, in East St. Louis,
A charming spot but clearly not the spot for me. (n.b., it's a dump)
Those eastern winters, I can't endure 'em,
So every year I pack my gear And come out here to Purim.
Rosh Hashona, I spend in Arizona,
And Yom Kippa, way down in Mississippa.
But in Decemba, there's just one place for me.
'Mid the California flora,I'll be lighting my menorah.
Every California maid'll
Find me playing with a dreidl.
Santa Monica, spending Hanukkah by the sea
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