Living Dangerously

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Sunday, 31 October 2010

Having grown up in New York City I barely knew a cow from an ear of corn. Until, that is, I married a small-town Southern girl.

My first position as a rabbi was a temporary assignment at a small synagogue in a community between Fort Worth, Texas and Dallas. The first time I led Friday night services I tried very hard to fit in.

Maybe too hard.

With my wife sitting in the first row, I began: "I never saw a cow until I met my wife..."

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