A spiritual high
By David Seidemann
Fame and fortune have finally arrived. I entered a restaurant on Father’s Day, wife and kids in tow, and was greeted by a maitre de of sorts.
“Do you have reservations?” he asked.
“About what?” I replied.
My wife elbowed me ever so gently.
“No, sir. I guess it being father’s day, I should have called ahead.”
“I’m sorry, sir; we are only seating families with reservations.”
I turned to deliver the sad news to my wife and kids that heaven forbid we might have to “slum it” and eat at home. I assured the children that if any of their friends asked if we dined out, I would cover for them.
As we were about to leave, a middle aged man whom I assume either owns or manages the fine eatery tapped me on the shoulder and said “Hey, you’re David Seidemann from The Jewish Star, right?”
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