The Stars and the Cookie Jar

So my girl is learning Yiddish, and I've taken up wearing a tichel again. Don't worry, the invasion of Flatbush is not forthcoming. Though a bunch of queers living happily in Flatbush Avenue, frumhayt, would make my...

life.

I think this is haskalah, really, this. I've never felt more like dancing in my life. As long as I'm dancing with her. I'm a big, ungainly person, and I have trouble keeping my feet on land. But if she was holding the other corner of the handkerchief? I think I could be graceful, if only for a minute or two, or a fraylakh or two, or for ever.