“I’ll be back in an hour. I have to go beat up an anti-Israel demonstrator.”
It was Sunday morning, May 28, 1967. International tensions were running high due to the situation in the Middle East. Arab leaders were beating the drums of war (the Six Day War would break out a week later).
Since it was Lag B’omer, there was no yeshivah, and my father a”h had bought tickets to the Mets game at Shea Stadium. My brothers and I had a great time at the game, and it was an enjoyable Lag B’omer for us all.
When I got home at about 8 p.m., I entered the dining room to find my parents sitting at the table, upon which lay about 15 copies of the Daily News, hot off the press. (In those days, there was an early edition that would come out the evening before.) I stared at the papers and looked at my father curiously.
“Why did you buy so many copies?” I asked.
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