So my father came to visit this week. It was the most time we’ve spent together probably since 1990 or so when we went to California. The last night he was here we went out to dinner at a fancy hotel restaurant. but before that we went to the bar at the hotel at the train station, where we heard John Denver on the radio.
At the fancy hotel place, the guy at the piano and the lounge singer, or whatever you’d call her, played “Hava nagila”, or whatever it’s called. You know, the traditional Jewish song. it was disorienting. Tamp that down in your pipe and smoke it, Fox news! Jewish folk songs at an Arab kareoke.