Let’s do what Yidden do, even now, even after, and after, and after again
It’s not the picture as much as the whole story.
For the better part of a year, there is a song that plays in my mind, one of those unusually perfect shidduchim of lyric/tune/singer.
“ ’Cause a Yid never breaks/and a Yid never bends/and a Yid never gives up in the night…” (Mrs. C. Neuhaus, “A Yid,” sung by Benny Friedman.)
It helped us through a difficult year of lockdown and restrictions and upticks, just when it seemed like life might open again.
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