Sunday morning, we crossed town from the hovel to the Jewish Museum to catch the Kafka in Prague exhibit before it closed. It was a brilliant exploration of the mind of a really, really neurotic man, trapped in what he perceived as a smothering, cloying city. There was no art, per se, but rather photos, letters, old movies, passageways. It captured a mood, a sense, a decaying soul. I felt proud to be the father of a son who works in this center of culture, intellect, history and art.

We returned to the Steuer-Ingall apartment and noticed that Jonathan's name was on the bulletin board as Condo President. How well our children have married--one to the president of his condo association, and one to the gabbai of his shul! Such naches!

I went over to Russ and Daughters, where Josie is now a celebrity, thanks to Marjorie's column in the Forward, which features Josie in a photo with a pickle in her mouth, as the "official spokesperson for Russ & Daughters." I got the world's best nova, whitefish salad, pickled lox, scallion cream cheese, and some free pickles for Josie. While there, I ran into a family that I treat in Providence, also in the food business, and we exchanged recommendations for smoked fish, deli, and pizza.

We sat down to lunch, and entertainment by Josie.

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After lunch, Josie tottered over to her Daddy for a story, and we went home, fulfilled and happy.