I was ecstatic when our dear friends Barry and Bonnie called to tell us they were coming for a visit.
Like most people, my husband and I rarely make time to do the wonderful touristy things in Tucson that others travel thousands of miles to see. So I immediately rushed to the phone to reserve a spot for the four of us for a tour at the world-renown caves located in southern Arizona.
It was a glorious day and as we waited on the patio for the tour group to gather, our guide asked each of us where we were from.
I live in San Diego now but I grew up in Oak Park, Michigan, Barry answered with a smile.
Isnt that the place they call Jewtown? You know, the place where all the Jews live? our guide asked nonchalantly.
I stood frozen in my disbelief, but without missing a beat, Barry answered him with the kind of clarity and calmness found only in an operating room.
Im one of them and I am offended by your comment.
Our guide was truly bewildered. But why? he asked in earnest. I had lots of Jewish friends when I lived in Detroit and when we would drive past Oak Park, they told me thats what its called.