So my friend Rabbi Yossi, afraid of my idle hands becoming the Devil's workshop, AND never able to pass on getting something for nothing, asked me to start writing features about Chabad of Kendall.
I agreed to become the communucations director (or shul writer) for him, serving at the Rabbi's Pleasure, and for free. Hmmm... The Rabbi's Pleasure --maybe there IS orthodox porn out there...
Anyway, I attended a Friendship Circle meeting before Thanksgiving, and wrote an article to my usual mostly grammatical standards about that fine organization.
Rabbi Yossi submitted it to the Pinecrest Tribune, owned by his friends the Miller brothers, and it was published this week. Only problem: they credited the Rabbi with writing it!
It was funny, because the article as written quotes him, and, although all clergy have somewhat of an ego, all of his third person quotes come off as the height of it!
So much for my published debut. It serves me right. In 1983, I submitted a poem to the UM Law paper, Res Ipsa, under a pseudonym as well. My poem, such as it was, made fun of how seriously we all took law school, and I guess I didn't want to make enemies with the folks I'd have to be doing business with.
In some strange karmic coincidence, I guess I'm sentenced to toil as a hack writer in anonymity.
Well, it's erev Christmas, as my friend and soon to be breakfast companion Norman reminded me, and I'm off to meet my fellow insomniac at our local egg and coffee hole.
More importantly for me, it's erev a holiday with far greater implications. Tomorrow is a day where people the world over put up decorations and exchange gifts, in honor of Wifey's birthday.
We'll celebrate as we typically do when we're not on a cruise ship like we were the past 2 years: a movie and then lunch.
I met Wifey when she was 26, and now she's older than 26.
Happy birthday, Wifey!
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