I looked at Jesse expectantly. “Well,” my eyebrows raised, “do I get a card or something?”
He had just anointed me as Jewish, honorarily.
The Bell Curve had recently been published and I had heard that Sephardic Jews were at the head of that pregnant statistical snake. Also, Jesse was the funniest person I knew. As far as I was concerned being Jewish was a badge of honor.
For as long as I can remember this has been the case. I have a lot of friends but the majority of my closest always seem to be non-practicing Jews.
Now apparently my magnetism to the Twelve Tribes has passed on to Miles.
From the back of the Nell’s car he says’ “Mommy, are we Jewish?”
Nell: “No”
Miles: “Why not? Am I Jewish?”
Nell: “Why do you ask?”
Miles: “Karen’s Jewish.”
Nell: “Okay.”
Miles: “So why aren’t I Jewish?”
Nell: “Miles’ you are so smart for your age.”
Miles: Cracks up to himself and says, “Well, that’s because I’m Jewish.”
