Tablecloths and Babies.
The only Passover Seder I might have missed - if then - was during my late teens/early twenties when college responsibilities seemed like the perfectly reasonable excuse to miss a family holiday. The two-hour drive from Middletown (CT) to Brooklyn (NY) was the first on a list of multiple barriers between myself and the four questions (-my younger brother being the second). And yet the multi-state divide between Denver (CO) and that very same lineup of usual Passover suspects will not keep me from this year's tradition, which includes - but is not limited to - my nephew's first Jewish holiday ever. Enjoy!
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Passover is the passing of one's heritage and history. Ten years later, you may be feeling your roots. And age?
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