I am in Florida. I decided to come home to surprise my mom for her birthday and Thanksgiving. Valerie helped me with the conspiracy. I thought she was going to die when I walked in the door. Literally die. I was afraid. Here's the shot:
I thought it would be good for the whole family if I came. We needed to talk and spend some mellow time together. Plus I wanted to tell them face-to-face that I quit Yeshiva and moved to Jerusalem and don't know if, when or how I might become a Rabbi after all....
Yeah.
Here's a shot from 1997 or so. It was taken on film, and I just found it and shot a digital picture of the printed photo. That's how it feels when I'm in Florida. Sort of.
6 comments:
Oh my God.
The other shoe has fallen.
Where are you now and what will you do?
Red Neck Aunt
Poor Esta does look like she's about to keel over in that photo.
Good thing I didn't follow you through the door wearing shorts in late November. That might well have been the coup de grâce.
NO ONE wears shorts in November in Esta's house, you got it, buddy? Don't go trying any funny business in January when you're down here either.
hey have a good day in tomorrow...
what about those saturday night plans? yeah-- just call.
lovyou friend... shaul
ESTA YOU LOOK PREETY PREETY GOOD
ESTA YOU LOOK PREETY PREETY GOOD BURT
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