The neighborhood I was raised in in Brooklyn was divided roughly between
Jews in the apartment houses and Irish in the private houses and
two-families. For years we had fun re-enacting the middle ages--my building
was vaguely gothic, the entrance to the backyard something like a gateway,
and we fought pitched battles to defend it from the Irish. Great intensity,
but not much venom. All of this stopped by the time I was 12, about when of
a summer evening me and Jimmy, the head of the Irish gang, were sitting on
the fender of a car and discussing theology. "But Jimmy," I said," how can
you claim to believe in the one god if you talk about father son and holy
ghost? Isn't that polytheistm?" "They're not three different gods," he
answered, "it's three-in-one," to which I rejoined, "Aw, c'mon!" For a
moment Jimmy was taken aback, lost in a meaningless universe, and I thought
I had him, but a beatific look came upon him, and he answered: "It's a
mystery of the faith."
Mark
At 02:50 PM 12/9/2005, you wrote:
>Peter Cudmore wrote:
>
>>Surely you have no choice, now?
>>
>>
>>>No I'm not going to quote it.
>>>
>>>Ken
>>>
>A group of Jewish kids arguing about the story of the Virgin Birth.
>Four words:
>
> "Mary hadda
> get laid."
>
>There ya go.
>
>Maybe Roth will quote that if and when HE gets the Nobel. I doubt it will
>be next year. First Pinter, then Roth? Two successive years of Jews with
>"somewhat" radical opinions? I think not.
>
>Ken
>
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