On this day from sunrise until way after Maariv I constantly feel “behind the eight ball.”
I am besieged by men and women (and children) literally “begging” me to take their hard-earned money.
At the same time I am besieged by men and women (and children!) beseeching and sometimes demanding of me to give them some of that hard-earned money.
The contributors know they must give — today.
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