It’s inevitable as sunset, or nausea on Yom Kippur afternoon. After every show, someone — usually a man in his 70s — will approach me at my table near the exit. While other people buy books, the man will stand at the back of the line, waving people ahead of him, until it’s just him. And me.
Did a show the other night in Cherry Hill, N.J., for Jewish National Fund. No solicitation of funds before or after the performance. Just a heavy reminder that if people don’t contribute, the State of Israel will cease to exist. This is what’s known in the Jewish world as a “soft sell.”
I’m writing this blog post — my first in the Comic’s Journey series — from my hotel room at the Airport Sheraton in Tampa.
Last’s night’s show: the Jewish Federation Campaign Kickoff, for 130 people, including seven rabbis and several non-Jews, in the sanctuary of Congregation Rodeph Shalom. I like performing in synagogue sanctuaries.
I was 20 minutes into my set. The audience? Rolling — I had them in the palm of my hand. It was a shul fundraiser in Jacksonville, Fla., 300-plus people in the room, and I was, as they say in comedy, “killing.” In a matter of seconds I would launch into my favorite string of jokes, the ones about how, as a kid, I sold Barton’s Candy door-to-door to gentiles to raise money for my Jewish day school …
SAN FRANCISCO (JTA) -- Journalist and author Lisa Alcalay Klug flew across the country this month to present at Limmud NY, the annual New York version of the worldwide Jewish learning extravaganza.
The Jan. 14-17 conference in upstate New York will be Klug’s seventh Limmud gathering in 12 months. Like the hundreds of other Limmud presenters whose paths she crosses, she doesn’t get paid for her time.