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Esther, I too do what is call "YID SPOTTING" some of us are gifted with instinctive ancestral antennas. my mother used to say" I can just tell the same way I can tell you which doctor did each persons nose job".she said she could tell you if someone was. jewish from behind. many of us walk as though we might have to run @ any moment, she referred to that as a "nomadic tuchus" your pastrami illustration looks so good, one glance and I now have heartburn. MAALOX!-OY!-xxx

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Hi Esther... perhaps my first hint that I was destined to become a Jew someday was my fascination with the pickle barrel at Glick’s Deli in Ansonia... My discovery of Tongue on Rye w horseradish soon followed. 😍

Heidi and I also find ourselves “looking for.Jews” and anything Jewish as we travel. Even hunted down ancient synagogues in Shanghai and Barcelona.

As always, love your poems ❤️

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Thanks Bob. I’d forgotten about Glicks xx

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