The first Hanukkah when we moved to New Jersey, my father drove us around snowy streets and counted the electric menorahs glowing from window sills because as a native New Yorker, he felt better seeing there were other Jews in the neighborhood.
The first Hanukkah after we moved to New Jersey, my father drove us around snowy streets and counted the electric menorahs glowing on window sills because as a native New Yorker, he felt better seeing there were other Jews in the neighborhood.