Ghosts Of YI, When Orthodoxy Was Urban
I had my bar mitzvah in a shul that asked little from its members. It could afford to pay for its expenses with the Hindu temple across the street renting its parking lot and a Chinese daycare renting out the former Hebrew school. My grandfather was a member and his brother-in-law was a gabbai, and the only Levi in a minyan that echoed in a sanctuary designed for at least a hundred worshippers. On paper, Kissena Jewish Center is an active synagogue but it is a shadow of its former self.
