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Jonathan Tobin: Defending the Right to a Jewish State

Heather Hale: Compliment your kids without giving them big heads

Megan Shauri: 10 ways you are ruining your own happiness

Carolyn Bigda: 8 Best Dividend Stocks for 2015

Kiplinger's Personal Finance editors: 7 Things You Didn't Know About Paying Off Student Loans

Samantha Olson: The Crucial Mistake 55% Of Parents Are Making At Their Baby's Bedtime

Densie Well, Ph.D., R.D. Open your eyes to yellow vegetables

The Kosher Gourmet by Megan Gordon With its colorful cache of purples and oranges and reds, COLLARD GREEN SLAW is a marvelous mood booster --- not to mention just downright delish
April 18, 2014

Rabbi Yonason Goldson: Clarifying one of the greatest philosophical conundrums in theology

Caroline B. Glick: The disappearance of US will

Megan Wallgren: 10 things I've learned from my teenagers

Lizette Borreli: Green Tea Boosts Brain Power, May Help Treat Dementia

John Ericson: Trying hard to be 'positive' but never succeeding? Blame Your Brain

The Kosher Gourmet by Julie Rothman Almondy, flourless torta del re (Italian king's cake), has royal roots, is simple to make, . . . but devour it because it's simply delicious

April 14, 2014

Rabbi Dr Naftali Brawer: Passover frees us from the tyranny of time

Greg Crosby: Passing Over Religion

Eric Schulzke: First degree: How America really recovered from a murder epidemic

Georgia Lee: When love is not enough: Teaching your kids about the realities of adult relationships

Cameron Huddleston: Freebies for Your Lawn and Garden

Gordon Pape: How you can tell if your financial adviser is setting you up for potential ruin

Dana Dovey: Up to 500,000 people die each year from hepatitis C-related liver disease. New Treatment Has Over 90% Success Rate

Justin Caba: Eating Watermelon Can Help Control High Blood Pressure

The Kosher Gourmet by Joshua E. London and Lou Marmon Don't dare pass over these Pesach picks for Manischewitz!

April 11, 2014

Rabbi Hillel Goldberg: Silence is much more than golden

Caroline B. Glick: Forgetting freedom at Passover

Susan Swann: How to value a child for who he is, not just what he does

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Financial Tasks You Should Tackle Right Now

Sandra Block and Lisa Gerstner: How to Profit From Your Passion

Susan Scutti: A Simple Blood Test Might Soon Diagnose Cancer

Chris Weller: Have A Slow Metabolism? Let Science Speed It Up For You

The Kosher Gourmet by Diane Rossen Worthington Whitefish Terrine: A French take on gefilte fish

April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review March 9, 2006 / 9 Adar, 5766

Me and Maurizio, ships in the night

By Garrison Keillor

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http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | I flew up to Grand Forks, N.D., last week on one of those little regional jets that put you into an intimate relationship with your seatmate. Mine was a slim young man in black horn-rims who was studying a legal pad with math formulas on it. Halfway to the Forks, he asked the flight attendant for aspirin. He had an accent. "What is he saying?" she asked me. "Aspirin," I said. I guess she thought we were friends since we were in each other's lap. So she found some aspirin.

"Did I say it wrong?" he said. I told him he said it just fine, she was busy, that's all. The plane was descending toward Grand Forks and he was staring out the window, fascinated by the flatness of the terrain and also the whiteness. "Do people live there?" he said. "They try," I said. He asked if I lived there. No, I live in Minnesota. He was Italian, from Rome. His name was Maurizio. He was interviewing for a job teaching math at the University of North Dakota. He had interviewed in Singapore and now he had come to Grand Forks.

He asked about North Dakota, so I told him. Yes, the winters are long and the land is flat, but the people are the salt of the earth. Decency and humor. No pretense. Nobody lives here to show off. The man in the greasy jacket and barn boots might be a multimillionaire farmer, and he will be friendly without patronizing you, and you can tell him what you think, and   —   I got sort of rhapsodic, though I am not considering moving to North Dakota myself.

A man choosing between Singapore and North Dakota has opened up a broad range of options. I saw him again the next day   —   Grand Forks is the sort of town where you keep running into people   —   and he had a big grin on his face. The cold weather seemed to energize him. And he had met other members of his math tribe. He looked good, a free man, the world his oyster, nothing to hold him back.

I am a domestic animal myself, fond of routine, and not considering a big move. I like any morning that begins in the marital bed at the old manse, and leads to the faded jeans, the newspaper on the porch, the well-worn coffee cup, the child doing her homework at the kitchen table, the green car in the driveway, the hoop on the garage, the Hooleys next door, all of it good. The choice between white and blue shirts is drama enough: no need to consider stripes or patterns. And, though one hates to be thought monolingual, I always choose English. A good businesslike language and yet you can mess around with it if you want. And at the end of the day, I slip back into the envelope of white sheets on the mattress in which my body has made a slight hollow.

The mattress came from a warehouse furniture store in the suburbs, and like a fool I insisted on hauling it home on the roof of my car. I tied it with baling twine, thinking that somehow twine would hold it, or maybe inertia. My wife questioned this. I assured her it would be OK. Things have generally been OK for me over the past sixty-some years, so statistics are on my side.

We headed for home on the freeway. It was about 9 p.m. We got two miles, at 65 mph, and then the laws of physics kicked in and the mattress flew up like a big bird. A car honked, I pulled over to the side of the road and jumped out and saw where the mattress lay in the center lane of the freeway 50 yards back. An oncoming truck swerved to miss it. And then there was a gap in the traffic. And I dashed out toward the mattress. I heard my wife scream. I grabbed hold of the mattress handles, and headlights were bearing down on me, as if I were a frog or raccoon, and I dragged the mattress off the roadbed, and a semi whooshed past, blowing its horn. I got to experience the Doppler effect up close and personal. We horsed the mattress back up on the car, and I retied it, and we drove slowly home via county roads. She said nothing about what had happened. She thought about saying something and then did not. We got the mattress in the house and set it up. So big, so luxurious.

When you've risked your life for your bed, why would you give it up to move to Singapore or Grand Forks?

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