Happy Holidays, or Whatever You Call It
By Jeff Vasishta “Merry Christmas,” I casually wished a guy I’d seen working out at my gym in Prospect Heights as he passed me in the locker room. He stopped with a quizzical look on his face. “Err, bro, I’m Jewish,” he said. “Oh, sorry,” I mumbled, shocked. This was the first time in my [ read more... ]
