This time of the year, radio listeners of all persuasions find ourselves flipping around the dial a bit. Some like the holid …I mean, Christmas, music and are looking for more, and some of us are looking for refuge, perhaps at a news station.
Maybe with the widespread usage of sattelite radio with its genre channels and MP3 playlists easily sent to your car’s speakers, we end up scanning a bit less than we used to, because we can have more control.
There is no more important factor in preserving Jewish identity than full-time education in yeshivas or day schools. But private schools are an expensive business, especially when the costs of both mandatory secular studies and religious instruction are factored in. As parents face layoffs, salary cuts or declining business revenues, their ability to pay tens of thousands of dollars in private tuition is fading, and schools are feeling the crunch. More than ever they are being forced to assess how to cut costs to lower or at least freeze tuition.
Some 15 years ago, while there were still high hopes for the Oslo peace process, I interviewed John Wallach, founder of Seeds for Peace.
His program bringing Arab and Jewish kids together for leadership training retreats and conflict resolution studies, a worthy and laudable undertaking, was a few years old at the time and Wallach was thrilled that a group of his alumni got to sit on the dais as Yitzchak Rabin and Yasir Arafat signed papers and shook hands, raising what would shortly turn out to be false hopes around the world.
In a previous post I wrote about the hundreds of photos in my basement and pondered what will one day become of them.
Now, the same question applies to some 30 years worth of photo prints, most of them black and white, that have accumulated in The Jewish Week’s office. The office manager wants to be rid of them to make more room. To me, it’s akin to forgetting history.
It always makes me feel old to start a post with “When I was a kid …”
But when I was a kid it was embarrassing to be seen in public with ripped clothes. Outside of the playground, after an afternoon of rough-housing, wearing torn pants in a social setting or at school would send the message that your family is too poor to even mend the damaged garment, let alone replace it.