This story is an ongoing email correspondence beginning with my cousin Philip’s comments to me about a Vietnam veteran whom I knew many years ago.
Ever since the time I went to Sheepshead Bay to watch the people catch fish off of the piers, I kept in very close contact
I must have been 11 as I think back and remember Julius, who was a kind-hearted man who cared about me and the kids in
During an intermission of services, our rabbi told a story of a little boy talking to an angel, who complained that in our days God
My grandfather Yitzhak, my mother’s father, saved our entire family during the First World War as German and Russian artillery shells flew over the shtetl
