Reset Redux

For all those who grumble about the cookie cutter, then, that’s it: the cutter, for the time being, is no more.

(photo: Flash90)

Wedded to our ways?

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arly on in Israel’s lockdown, a corona wedding took place on our doorstep – much to the delight of all the cooped-up families within earshot.

A couple of guys sang and played the keyboard from one balcony, neighbors mingled within elbow-bumping distance below (those were the days), and the young couple had a chuppah on the patio of a shul. Upmarket it wasn’t, but joyous it certainly was, and it brought our neighborhood alive.

There was something incredibly appealing about the shtetl-like homeliness of it all – a kallah literally getting married from her home, surrounded by people who were happy, who were unfussed about their clothes.

And that was the sense that radiated from all the wedding clips that surfaced in the last few weeks as well-to-do people got married in their homes from Toronto to London.