I had lunch the other day with an old friend I had never met before.  How can that be, you might ask?  The woman I had lunch with serves on the board of directors of Camp Ramah in New England and although we had never personally met, our common experiences and strong feelings about Jewish camping and Ramah, in particular, made it seem like we had.

You have all heard the joke.  It goes something like this:

“Most Jewish holidays can be described the same way:  They tried to kill us, we survived, let’s eat.”  

This punch line also serves as the refrain in “Passover Song,” a song touted by the New Jersey Jewish Standard as “a hilariously inaccurate account of the Passover story.” Having reviewed the lyrics myself, I’m not sure that I would call the song “hilarious,” though it certainly is inaccurate.

It turns out that Ga-Ga may not be a 40 year-old man’s sport.  Make no mistake:  I took on all challengers and emerged victorious at the TBS First Annual Winter Shabbaton Ga-Ga Tournament.  But as I write this, I must admit that my muscles are a bit sore.  I suspect that the dozen or so other contestants, ranging in age from 5 to 15, probably feel fine.  Sore or not, though, we all had a great time.

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