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Some people force themselves to grow up and lose sight of the things they loved as children. Some day, if I end up in a little cubicle, doing an office job I hate, I'll still make time to stare at the clouds and see bunnies and dinosaurs and ice cream cones and pirate ships.
hebrew lesson, brooklyn, nyc, 1955. "...And, much to the lament of his father and his grandparents who longed for Israel, this son of a rabbi, of the son of a rabbi, of the son of a rabbi heaved off the Yoke of Heaven and never looked back."