One of our Jewish friends who grew up in New York City but now lives in the same
condo association in Phoenix we do sent a response to my message about how I had
honeymooned fifty years ago in New York City. She said that meant we were
“mishpocha” — family.
I had hoped I had Jewish blood thinking it would raise my IQ about ten points
but my DNA test came back, “Sorry, Charlie.” Turns out Charlie is tuna not lox.
I guess I have to thank our friend Nancy for making me part of the Jewish family. As soon as I read her message, I felt I was getting smarter. Well, Nancy actually said “almost” family, so, maybe not ten points smarter. Five, four, three, two, one?