Same Same But Different
September 28th 2009 Our Dublin synagogue is sparsely furnished but has all the requisite parts. The wooden floor is worn, the pews creak, the prayer book has its usual heft. Most comforting are the faces: I am introduced to Max, wearing the face of my Uncle Buddy. Hillary is my Mom’s friend Ethel. Together, we flap the pages of our prayer books, weave back and forth in prayer and song, pretend that we are tuneful w
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