On Saturday October 27, 1962 I had my bar mitzvah. Strange weekend. On the day before it snowed. Pretty heavily and quite atypically for October in suburban New York City. Next day, the Saturday, it was warm and all vestiges of the storm were gone. My clan came out. Peripheral family members who I really did not even know, congratulated me. Afterwards we went back to the house and had a feast. Friends and family came to visit in waves. A bunch on Saturday afternoon. Another army on Saturday night. A story for another day is that it was not a particularly enjoyable day for me, but it was busy. Lots of people at the synagogue. Seventeen years after the end of a genocide fueled by the rhetoric of a selfish megalomaniac.
On Saturday October 27, 2018, at a synagogue in Pittsburgh a shooter, came into the temple and started shooting. Eleven are dead.
Oh, how we have evolved.
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