This morning after shul me and my cousin Dov went for coffee to Starbucks. Judy from the shul choir was also there with her husband Benny. We passed the usual pleasantries whilst the barrista frothed the milk and sprinkled the chocolate. I am a sucker for the vanilla cheesecake and I can get away with it when I not under the watchful eye of my yoga-fit shikse of a girlfriend. She's all for moderation in noshing - Yom Kippur would hardly phase her if she needed to fast which of course she doesn't.
So Dov and I settle down to our 'Grande Lattes' (who dreams these names up?) and I ask him what he thinks of my blog which I sent him. Dov must be one of the 53 hits my blog has registered this week along with Esther, Barry, Lionel and Monty. Who else has visited is a mystery, I just hope they liked it. "I really like it" says Dov. "it resonates". This is the sort of nonsense word dov's wife Myra uses after listening to endless new age claptrap tapes she buys in covent garden near her dress shop. "resonates?" I query. "that's good, right?". "Solly it touches the very essence of 'zaydehood' - I love it and I am sure other zaydes and bubbes will feel the same. I showed it to Mikey (his teenage son) and he says you must find 'fans'".
"fans?? - this a tribute blog for my granddaughter and zaydes everywhere not the X-Factor! What is mikey thinking about?"
"Solly, Solly, Mikey says you must make a Facebook fan page - he can help you, he does this stuff all the time for pocket money he won't charge much we're mishpucha!"
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