I realized that before me sat a group of people with very similar peckels
Walking home from shul with my guests on Seder night, I noticed Larry lagging behind.
I allowed everyone to go ahead and positioned myself next to Larry.
“Everything all right?”
“Rabbi, can you do me a favor?”
“I hope so. What is it?”
“When you introduce me to everyone before the Seder, can you say, ‘This is Larry, my cousin from Atlanta who’s with me for Pesach?’ ”
Larry and I aren’t related. He had moved to Passaic from Baltimore four years ago after his divorce. He was a quiet mind-your-own-business type and did his best to earn a living, learn Torah, and daven in shul. Larry wanted to remarry, but he didn’t wear this information on his sleeve.
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