The Tale of a Kite
Steve Stern
1995
It’s safe to say that we Jews of North Main Street are a progressive people. I don’t mean to suggest we have any patience with freethinkers, like that crowd down at Thompson’s Café; tolerant within limits, we’re quick to let subversive elements know where they stand. Observant (within reason), we keep the Sabbath after our fashion, though the…
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