Thursday, September 30, 2010

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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Nosey on the Move


Shaggy Dog Parshah

         Shortly after the Beginning, Adam looked bored, so G-d fashioned the first woman to be a “help mate,” almost simultaneously giving birth to the first dilemma, namely: One word? Two words? Or hyphenated? Not only that, but, the sign on the outskirts that read “Welcome to Eden, the ‘Garden City,’ Population [One]” now seemed quaint and outdated.


        “Egads,” thought Adam. “Already I’m having problems. Maybe I should have remained a bump on a log until the fire ants came and crawled up my leg.”


         “Be careful what you wish for,” said G-d.

          Thereafter, having bought a bill of goods from a purveyor of snake oil (WHAT? She couldn’t resist a sale!), Eve ate an Etrog and then re-gifted it, hoping the bitten part would remain unnoticed. Not surprisingly, in the ensuing scandal known as Forbidden Fruitgate, it didn’t take long for the world’s first man to throw the world’s first woman under the bus.


           G-d, disappointed with Adam’s abdication of responsibility, offered an instructive parable, to wit: “Y’know, Adam, there are two kinds of people in this world.”
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NOTES

[1] VFW Parkway to Rte. 1. Left at the lights.

[2] Call Mr. Finkle

[3] Idea for script: $%#@! Nostradamus Says

[4] Mama’s little baby loves shortnin’ bre ~~~ ~ ~~~~~~~~
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Monday, September 20, 2010

Adele Deutsch Salinger: August 29, 1929 - September 19, 2010

By Maude I. Salinger:


Adele Salinger (née Deutsch) was born into a Hungarian-Jewish immigrant household in Cleveland on August 29, 1929, the youngest of six children. Her father, Joseph, was a doctor; her mother, Szuzie, a homemaker who kept a kosher household. Adele readily recalled many fond and vivid memories of her childhood. She remembered walking with her mother to the kosher butcher shop on Fridays to pick out a live chicken for the Sabbath meal. In addition to roast chicken, Szuzie made delicious chicken soup and stuffed cabbage for Shabbat. Joseph brought home the challah and desert from a baker near his office on his way home. Adele’s grandfather (Joseph’s father) was a cantor and rabbi in one of the largest Hungarian congregations in the city. Adele remembered his beautiful voice and the visits to her grandparent’s home with her father for meals after temple on Saturday.

On Sundays in the summer, the family would drive to the shore of Lake Erie to picnic and swim. Adele and her mother were baseball fans, and Adele remembers taking the trolley with friends to watch the Cleveland Indians, her “home” team.

Adele was athletic and strikingly beautiful with long, dark hair. She was an outgoing and popular teenager, performing in and helping produce high school plays. (Adele’s older sister, Bea, may have once dated Paul Newman, who attended the same high school and was also performing in school plays.) After she graduated from high school, Adele lived at home and attended Case Western Reserve, majoring in English and theater.
 
One evening, when she came home after a rehearsal, she noticed her father in his usual chair with the Hungarian and Yiddish newspapers he was accustomed to reading lying open on his lap. She thought he was asleep, but when she tried to wake him he was unresponsive. Adele called her older brother, Frank, and the police, who transported her father to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. Her mother was traveling home from California at the time, after visiting Adele’s three older sisters who had moved there. Frank, her brother Irving, and Adele decided not to tell Szuzie the news until she had arrived home.

Although she rarely spoke of her father’s death, it had a profound impact on her life. Her mother decided to sell their house and join her three daughters in California. Adele, who had only one more year at Case Western, pleaded to be allowed to stay, but it was not an option. After moving to Oakland, she enrolled at UC Berkeley to finish her degree in English and drama. It was at Cal that she met and married Richard Salinger. After graduation, he was offered a job teaching science in Boston, so the two of them drove across the country to start married life in New England. Her oldest son, Noel, was born in Boston the following year. Richard was then offered a job as head of the science department at Wilton High School in Wilton, Connecticut, a position he held for nine years. Maude, Beryl, Seth, and Ross were all born in Connecticut. Occasionally, Adele worked as a substitute English teacher at the high school. She also was active in the Wilton Community Theater, performing in and directing several productions. She also wrote the script and lyrics for an original musical, “Just Take It From Me,”  which was performed at the high school.

In 1963, the family moved to Champaign-Urbana Illinois, where Richard directed the school science-curriculum project for the University of Illinois. Darcy, the youngest, was born in Champaign in 1965. Adele had a wide circle of friends, and was instrumental in creating the Champaign-Urbana Community Theater. Once again, she performed in and directed several productions for the theater. She also began to pursue other artistic interests, and took a weekly oil painting class.


The entire family moved to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia in 1968 when Richard accepted a job with the Peace Corps, training volunteers how to teach science. Adele was active in the international community, and in addition to being busy with her family, she studied Chinese brush painting and directed plays for the international school. For several years, she taught English, speech, and drama at the school.


Adele and Richard separated while they were in Malaysia, and were divorced in 1978. After ten years in Malaysia, Adele moved to Superior, Wisconsin, to pursue a Master’s degree in English as a Second Language. Her youngest daughter, Darcy, was the only one at home at that time. Adele taught ESL at the English Language Center (ELC) and completed the coursework for her degree, but never finished her thesis. After the ELC closed down and Darcy began college, her other children became concerned about her isolation and persuaded her to move to Boston to be closer to them (Maude, Beryl, and Seth were all in the Boston area at that time). She lived in an apartment in Somerville, and eventually found work teaching ESL. Her sons and daughters married and had children during this time, and she enjoyed many visits with grandchildren.

However, after having lived in Malaysia for ten years, she was still interested in living overseas. After the breakup of the Soviet Union, the United States government, interested in establishing its influence in Eastern Europe, expanded the outreach of the Peace Corps to that region. Adele decided to apply to be a volunteer, and at the age of 60, was accepted into the first Peace Corps group to go to Hungary. Although Hungarian was spoken in her home while she was growing up, and she understood it, she never learned to speak it until she underwent language training with the rest of the volunteers.

Adele was stationed as an ESL teacher at Petofi Sandor Gymnasium in Bonyhad, about three hours southeast of Budapest. (Although Adele had had a large, extended family in Hungary before WWII, all but two of them perished in the Holocaust.) Adele extended her two-year service in Bonyhad by an additional year, returning to Boston at the age of 63. She found it difficult to look for work and housing after the Peace Corps; eventually, she was persuaded to move to East Longmeadow, closer to her older daughter, Beryl. Adele volunteered as an ESL teacher to Russian Jewish immigrants in the greater Springfield area for many years, lending her skills and expertise to Jewish Family Services. She moved to a subsidized senior housing complex, Brownstone Gardens III, several years ago and has been quite happy there. She was diagnosed with early-stage Alzheimer’s approximately seven years ago.


Adele enjoyed visits with her six children, their spouses, and her eleven grandchildren. Her grandchildren, from oldest to youngest are: Natasha, José, Gabrielle, Calla, Corrie, Auden, Paloma, Zachary, Graham, Collin, Dylan, and Miranda. Despite Alzheimer’s, she retained her sense of humor and cheerfulness, a keen interest in U.S.and world affairs (although her perception of current events was somewhat confused), and a love of painting. She also had a “green thumb”, and lovingly cared for numerous plants, many of which she started herself from cuttings.

In the last two years of her life, Adele resided at the Hebrew Senior Life Center in Dedham, Massachusetts. Although, by this time, she had lost the capacity for most speech, she was eloquent beyond words with her smile and her loving demeanor. She left this earth peacefully, in her sleep. Those who knew her in her final years always used the same word to describe her: "joyful." The last thing Adele did before she went to sleep last night for the last time was to laugh and sing.


זיכרונו לברכה

Zikhronah Livrakha

May her memory be for a blessing among all the mourners of Zion.


Sunday, September 19, 2010

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Yeah. Hi.  This is Bruno. We cleaned all the leaves up in the back as per instructions. I guess your cat had quite a little night of fun and adventure, because we also had to dispose of a headless rabbit, a crow, and something that maybe your pet regurgitated, I dunno. Couldn't really tell what it was. But it was all over the yard, and, I think I saw a trail leading to the neighbor's property. Hopefully, your  cat got it out of his system before he came in the house.  Anyway, just wanted to remind you that we're strictly grass and shrubs men. We have to charge a special rate for the rodent mortuary services, if you are following my meaning.  We didn't know what you wanted to do with the deceased, so, we left them in a bag on the front porch. We put up a big sign there that says "Dead Animals," so that you wouldn't mistake it for dirty laundry, or something.  Also, the check you said you were going to tape to the door in an envelope must have blown away in the breeze, so I guess you'll have to write a new one. Again.  Funny how that keeps happening.  OK, see you next time.


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This is CVS Pharmacy calling with an important announcement. All of your medications have been re-shelved because you never come to pick them up, even though we have robo-called every day for the last 47 days, and it's a wonder you're not dead yet.


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...the Philadelphia office and the...Frank!  Frank! Hey, Frank! We're over here!  Waiter can you bring another menu and I'll have another Stella. Hey, Frank, say hello to Benjamin Duhclown and Miriam Stein from legal.  What?  No a Stella Artois -- Frank what are you having?  What? Waiter, bring 2 Stellas.  I guess I'll have a new glass.  What?  No give us a minute  to look at the menu.  How are the fries in truffle oil?  Should we share an appetizer?  Ok, thanks.  Here, can you take this plate out of the way? And can you put that umbrella up a little more?  With all that sun, I feel like I may be freckling. Great, thanks.  Yeah, two Stellas and two new glasses.  Great!  What's up with that asshole bird flying around all over here?  That's the problem with dining al fresco. Some jerk bird always buzzing your section trying to steal your stuff or poop on your head. Oh, for the love of..!  Can somebody please shoot that bird!?   So, Miriam and Frank, before we call Philly, let's... what time is it anyway?  Who has a watch?..Oh never, mind, I'll just look at my phone...Oh for chrissake, it's been on this whole time! It just dialed some random number! I hate these stupid over-sensitive phones!  Whose stupid number is this that it just dialed, anyway!? Hey!  get off our table you little bird asshole! Damnit!  There go the Stellas, all over everything!  I'm gonna strangle that bird! Hey, Waiter! we're gonna need two more Stellas! And Can I get something to wipe this up? Bring us a bunch of nap....

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Friday, September 10, 2010

THE COMPLETE HIGH HOLIDAY USHER'S MANUAL -- UNCUT AND COMMERCIAL-FREE

    During the Days of Awe, you, the Synagogue usher, are on the front line in the holiday crush, and the only thing standing between a well-executed service and a total meltdown. That is why we have produced this little manual -- to navigate you through the shoals of the season. In the course of your ushering duties, you may be confronted with challenges tempting you to choose between application of the Rules and common sense. When in doubt, remember the acronym: SATTRIENIITVKTTSOTSAOGOOHIOP (Strict Adherence To These Rules Is Essential, Nay, It Is The Very Key To The Survival Of The Shul And Of Getting Out Of Here In One Piece). Do not try to substitute your judgment for these Rules. Follow the Rules and you'll do just fine.  Another thing is:  We are not interested in your judgment.

1.  No Seat Saving

     Even if you cannot remember any of the other Rules under pain of torture, this is the one that must be seared onto your brain, like one of those blue USDA ovals that one sees stamped on choice cuts of meat in most supermarkets.  Akin to the First Commandment, it is Rule Numero Uno: Nobody -- and we mean nobody -- is allowed to save seats.  Without exception.  The only exceptions are as follows: The Rebbetzin, the Cantor's wife, the Temple President, the Education Director, and the Leader of the Sisterhood. If you do not know who these people are, you will be able to recognize them by the way they say: "How dare you tell me I can't save seats, you schmendrick! I am the [Temple President/Leader of the Sisterhood, etc.]  [Words in brackets are examples only].

    When you suspect unauthorized seat saving, remain calm but stand your ground. Gently suggest to the congregant that the policy is in place for the benefit of all, and why do they think they're so special?  Hmmmm?  I mean, really! What is this?  a movie theater? C'mon! If they respond that their spouse is parking the car and will be here any moment with the kids, remind them (with just a tinge of moral superiority) that you're not really supposed to drive on Rosh Hoshana/Yom Kippur, or whatever.  Then look at your watch impatiently while muttering: "Gee.  They must've had to park blocks and blocks away. Maybe even all the way across town. What could be taking them so long? Do you suppose they stopped off for a nosh on the way here? Maybe they got a flat tire. I sure hope your car doesn't get towed." If this tactic fails to impress, be sure to guide the next large contingent of worshippers directly to the seats that the recalcitrant supplicant has attempted to rope off -- even if the sanctuary is practically empty, because it's early yet, and hardly anybody has shown up.  If she still refuses to budge, activate the whistle that has been issued to all ushers for use in case of emergencies.  Give it 3 sharp blasts, and then,  pointing at the refusenick, say, in a respectful tone of voice, "Shove over!"

     If you see a particularly large group of belligerent congregants arguing with each other over seating arrangements, DO NOT attempt to step in  by yourself to resolve the conflict in a civil manner. Instead, hold your hand over your usher name tag, look the other way, and quietly blend in with the crowd.  Slip out of the sanctuary and make your way quickly to the administrative office. Use the red phone to dial extension 18.  Ask to speak to Mr. Finkle or Miguel. Report the approximate location of the altercation and return to your post as unobtrusively as possible. If, while passing among the rows, you see the loud-mouthed seat hogger who gave you such a hard time earlier, be sure to check with her to see if her husband is still parking the car, or what.

2. No Admittance Without a Ticket

    It goes without saying that no one is allowed entry  without a ticket. If you are positioned as a ticket checker, be on the lookout for head-of-household scofflaws who flash their tickets momentarily, hoping to sneak in 7 people for the price of two.  You can't miss these types, as they always try to rush through the entrance, scruffy brood in tow, eyes cast downward, hoping no one will notice their guilty countenance. If you spot them, yell "halt!" in a clear, loud voice, and restrain them until Mr. Finkle or Miguel can be summoned. A variation on this theme is the ticket forger, whose crude but effective  handiwork has been known to fool more than one unsuspecting novice. We have drastically reduced the numbers of these "Slip-Thrus," as they are known in the biz, with vigilant enforcement and effective usher education.  For example, it helps to know the name of the Temple you are ushering for. (It is not "Temple of Doom," as one careless probie once learned, but not until after he had allowed in a whole slew of gate crashers on the strength of some expired chits from the Universal Studios theme park). It's also important to know what service you are ushering for -- not to mention what year it is (Yes, some brazen members actually try to sneak in with last year's tickets. This is why we color code them). Finally, please don't be taken in by the kindly-looking old ladies who claim they left their tickets in the foyer while they were trying to get their cat to come in the house. Puleeeeeeeeeeze! These people are professional con artists and some of them may be fronts for eastern European syndicates.  Remember the acronym!


3.    Climate

      As is the custom with our People, there will be plenty of kvetching about the temperature. Inevitably, while most of the congregation will be too cold, one or two troublemakers of a certain persuasion can be counted on to be fanning themselves vigorously and disrupting the reverence of everyone in their immediate vicinity.  Without fail, they will demand that you lower the thermostat at once. When this happens, reassure the complainant that you  shall attend to their needs presently. Proceed directly to the south wall to the left of the bima.  Two large switchboxes are located there.  One is the fire alarm with a toggle arm. DO NOT TOUCH THIS SWITCH!  (If you don't know what "toggle" means, please look it up before commencing your ushering duties.)  The other switchbox is actually just a prop, and is not wired to anything. Reach for the fake controls and pretend to make a big show of adjusting them meticulously. It helps to get up close to the switch and squint at it for a long time while scratching your head and moving the bogus dial to and fro. Reading glasses complete the illusion.  Don't forget to make eye contact with the overheated worshipper and stand in place pantomiming a grandiose "shivering" to demonstrate the effectiveness of the ventilation system. Wait for their look of gratitude or satisfaction before returning to your seat.

     Obviously, the fake temperature control is a closely-guarded usher secret (the building's temperature is actually controlled by Miguel from a secure, undisclosed location in the basement, and in all matters climatological, he is the grand Pooh-Bah and has final say).  Should you ever be separated for any reason from the Usher's Guild, you are sworn to silence for life, and must never reveal what goes on "behind the curtain."

4.    Coughing

     About a third of the way through the service, the Rabbi will ask the congregation to take some moments for silent meditation.  Almost as if on cue, someone in the back will start having a coughing fit.  When this happens, go and stand near the cougher (hover over them menacingly, in fact), and give them a dirty look until the disruption is contained. If you see that they are not easily shamed, use hand signals to give them a clearer message.  You may "chop" the air with one of your hands while scowling, or run an index finger across your neck as if to say "kill it!" If these methods prove unsuccessful, whisper in the cougher's ear and ask them if they wouldn't be more comfortable at home or at somebody else's religious service, such as Zoroastrian. Alternatively, Miguel knows where the Temple water cooler is.

5.  Cell Phones

     The following ring tones are no longer allowed during the Torah Service:  (1)  Hava Nagilah,
(2) Fly Me to the Moon, (3) anything by Marvin Hamlisch. Texting should be discreet, especially for those who are actually chanting a blessing while standing before an open scroll.

6.  Crying Babies

     Children are an inevitable fact of life and we must learn to accept them. While many are kept in check by their parents or guardians, these days, some are not. The very young ones (children -- not parents) have been known to cry hair-raisingly loud and to poop in their pants with reckless abandon. For shaming techniques, see the section on coughing. If these do not succeed, there isn't much that can be done except to block their parents' re-entry to the main hall after a trip to the diaper-changing area. Never argue with an irate parent.  Instead, tell them that you don't make the policy, and ask them to submit a complaint to Mr. Finkle. If they are not thus mollified, call for back-up. If the other ushers have their hands full with similarly-situated irate parents, find Miguel and let him take it from there.

7.  Egress

      When the service is concluded, stand by the exit and direct the crowd to the right.  When some rebel against this directive (and some will), attempting to beat a hasty retreat to the left instead of the right, hold up your hand and redirect them.  When they demand to know why they have to exit the long way around, tell them it is for safety reasons. This is an inside usher joke.  Exiting to the right is no more or less safe than exiting to the left.  In fact, it is a pain and will create a huge bottleneck. But the comments from the crowd will be priceless. Even ushers have to have a little simcha now and again, so enjoy!

    Final Word

    Thank you for performing this invaluable mitzvah for your community.  Remember the ACRONYM, and you'll never walk alone.

     Let's keep our wits about us, people.  It's a jungle out there.

     Good Yontif!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Our Contributors

G-d ("Mosquitoes -- Not My Best Work," p. 28) has been a contributor since time immemorial. Other works include: "Space," "Time," and "A Unified Theory of Everything."

Dude* (Cover) Once answered one of those ads in the back of some lowfalutin rag with a headline that was something like: 'So You Think You Can Draw?' But they never got back to him.

(* Not his real name).

Little Debbie ("Does This Apostrophe 'S' Make Me Look Fat?" p. 105) owns a successful line of eponymous cakes favored by a certain Supreme Court justice.


Nostradamus ("Is it 2012 Yet?" -- p. 32) has experienced a resurgence of popularity lately, notwithstanding that he hasn't published anything in 500 years.

J. Alfred Prufrock  (Poem, p. 52) has published exactly one poem.  Actually, he didn't exactly publish it.  He was the star of it.  But he hasn't really worked since, and we felt sorry for him.  So we printed his little doggerel.

Anonymous ("I Wrote Shakespeare's Plays," p. 43) wrote Shakespeare's plays.

Mister Dog ("I am a conservative," p. 72) is a dog who belongs to himself and usually votes Republican, but not always, like, one time, he voted for Hamid Karzai because he liked his hat.  You have to admit, it's a pretty good hat.

P.M.M. (Snide Comment ) is a senior editor.  Not here, of course.  But somewhere.  At least, that's what he claims.

CVS  ("Your Medication is Ready for Pick-up," p.206) is a pharmacy that keeps robo-calling and leaving voicemails.

Felonious Monk ("Everybody's a Critic," p.222) is a critic. Who isn't?

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WE WELCOME UNSOLICITED MANUSCRIPTS, BUT WE WILL NOT RETURN OR ACKNOWLEDGE THEM. OR PUBLISH THEM. OR READ THEM. OR TOUCH THEM WITHOUT GLOVES AND A MASK. OR REFER TO THEM IN POLITE CONVERSATION. OR EVER SPEAK OF THEM AGAIN. UNTIL THE SUN BURNS OUT AND LIFE AS WE KNOW IT IS NO MORE.  WE ALSO WELCOME CHEESE DOODLES (NOT THE CHEAP KIND WHERE THE ORANGE CRAP GETS ALL OVER YOUR FINGERS). AND POTATO CHIPS. WITH RIDGES. AND MAY WE SAY (AND NOT IN A SHY WAY) THAT WE ALSO WELCOME MALTED MILK BALLS. IN A LITTLE BOX IN THE SHAPE OF A HOUSE. WITH A CONVENIENT CARRYING HANDLE.