win one for the kipper.

this week's posts are dedicated to melissa c, a generous and classy lady who gave me half her sandwich saturday night. and it wasnt one of those 'this sandwich is mediocre; i dont mind parting with half of it'-type deals. it was a great sandwich, replete with turkey and cheddar - not american - cheese, and im sure she wouldve enjoyed the whole thing. thank you again.

family legend has it that when my dad, who grew up in elmhurst, queens, was around seven years old, he came home from school one fall afternoon to report to his parents that a jewish boy in his class got to have the day off from school because it was 'kipper's day.'

this was apparently when my grandparents decided to inform young papa bear that:
1. the holiday to which he was referring was called yom kippur.
2. he too was jewish.