He needed to meet the Southern Jews. They have guns. They shoot back.
Supposedly, my great grandfather was a little Jewish boy who stowed away when he was 10 or 12, from Austria. I am not sure how he ended up in Alabama with a bunch of Baptists. But I know he was Jewish. I think it runs in the blood.
parsy, who has always liked “Fiddler and the Roof” and Klezmer-like music-—(Oy, If I was a rich man.....)
He needed to meet this Jew:
ON the Roof—Oy Vai! What is wrong me! What a meshuggenah I am!
parsy, who is Judeo-Baptist