I know he was a bastard. I have never attempted to defend him. But also I loved him, or at least his face and voice. He was Moses, people. And it's that time of the year. Bon voyage, Mr. Heston.
May the journey be kinder to you than you would have wished on others.
My mother has inquired what will become of this blog over Pesach. I think we can safely say that I'll find something to make. Perhaps matzo. Although the last time I did that was in Kids Chavurah and it came out kind of like gray pita.
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