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I ran all the way home from frost and I hit the hassidem where they hit me hard and kept asking me on every street corner if I was Jewish.

“No,” I said and said again, but they wore me down and finally I said “Yes…Yes…. yes I am Jewish, but you know I don’t practice.”

The Earnest teen, dressed as if in earlier teens said, “You know it’s the last night of Hanukah?”
“Yes,” I said… “I know but “I’m running home. I can’t take whatever it is you have to give me.”
“So?” he said, handing me a foil menorah. “Put it in you pocket.”

I did. I lit it all up when I got home. I suppose anyone who believes in the single God (and I’m not saying I do as I love and loath all gods, but was certainly raised with the solo act) is Jewish. Anyways I lit and loved the light of the candles in my lonely winter night.