LOS ANGELES — My parents are dining at a Jewish federation event with some folks from their community. As happens on occasion when Jewish parents get together, the subject turns to the accomplishments of their children (shocking, right?).
Mr. Cohen offers up that his son is curing cancer. Mrs. Schwartz mentions that her daughter is working with Obama. Then my mom proudly declares, “My son didn’t throw anything away last year, instead keeping all of his garbage and recycling in his basement. And worms eat all of his food scraps!”
The table falls quiet as forks clink on gefilte fish plates and looks are traded.
Someone coughs. A few moments pass and one mother leans in to another.
“They always seemed like such normal people,” she says. “Didn’t David go to yeshiva?”
And then I wake up.