Opinion

Apologies

Dear Editor:

There are some indiscretions that I’ve committed that I want to own up to. The first apology goes to all the supermarkets in the Tri-State Area. Yes, I’ve used your wagons and have not returned them to their rightful places. Instead, I’ve left them by the area of my parking space while justifying my lack of consideration to inclement weather. It’s either too hot, too cold, too windy, or too rainy to walk the several feet to return the cart to its rightful place.

Blah-Blah

Dear Editor:

Okay, whose bright idea was it to change all gas pumps to self-serve pumps? Sure, my son-in-law showed an inordinate amount of patience with me when he attempted to teach me how to pump my own gas. Unfortunately, my attention span is about five seconds, and everything after that is “Blah, blah, blah.” I was going to move to New Jersey until my husband’s aide made me do it myself after watching him pump the gas first.

Onomatopoeia

Dear Editor:

 Ahh! The sweet sounds and smells of summer: the sizzling barbecue, tweeting birds, and whirring air conditioners. These sounds are the onomatopoeia of summer. (I always wanted to use that word.)

Dear Editor:

 As expected, we got a hyperbolic reaction from Moshe Hill to former President Trump’s conviction. But for all the accusations of a politically-motivated prosecution, the response appears to just be political posturing. If not, why does Mr. Hill mischaracterize almost every aspect of the case?

Dear Editor:

On behalf of the current and past parents of Bnos Malka, I want to publicly thank Michael Salzbank for his incredible 11 years of dedicated service as Executive Director (and so much more!) of Bnos Malka Academy. There’s no way to put into words how much Mr. Salzbank meant to us and to BMA. But here’s a small glimpse.

One Year

Dear Editor:

 One year=12 months=52 weeks=365 days. When we refer to a baby’s first year, we joyously count the months when he/she turns over, crawls, takes the first step, or says, “Mama” or “Dada”. When we count the first year of aveilus, however, we count the first Yom Tov, birthday, Mother’s Day, or Father’s Day that the person isn’t with us.