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rfmcdonald"Are you Jewish?" the man with the shaven head asked me Sunday night as I stood by the desk of the Internet café operator.
I blinked. I'd been asked that before, though in rather different circumstances. Still, at Bloor and Bathurst the cafe was near the base of the heavily Jewish Bathurst Corridor, and I was curious. "No, why do you ask?"
He briefly looked embarrassed. "I saw you with that Arendt book." I look at the hardcover copy of The Jewish Writings that I'd put on a desk a few moments before, and shrug.
"Anyway," he continued with a shrug, "it's Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. So, happy New Year."
"Happy 5762," I replied before he left to go down the stairs. Just a minute later, I logged onto my computer found out I was off by six years, alas.
I blinked. I'd been asked that before, though in rather different circumstances. Still, at Bloor and Bathurst the cafe was near the base of the heavily Jewish Bathurst Corridor, and I was curious. "No, why do you ask?"
He briefly looked embarrassed. "I saw you with that Arendt book." I look at the hardcover copy of The Jewish Writings that I'd put on a desk a few moments before, and shrug.
"Anyway," he continued with a shrug, "it's Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. So, happy New Year."
"Happy 5762," I replied before he left to go down the stairs. Just a minute later, I logged onto my computer found out I was off by six years, alas.
