Harold is in line waiting to be hugged by the Mother of Absolute Bliss. The queue stretches outside the door halfway down the block after

The faceless bureaucrat sitting behind the gray, nondescript desk endemic to a thousand interrogation rooms made no effort to conceal his indifference. “Simply state your

  “How did this affair get started?” she wondered, looking at the man lying next to her, surprised by the skinny shanks and a wrinkled

Rabbi Avron Grossman is no fool. Leaving the den when nature calls he notes it is 3:05pm on the wall clock. For a minute, maybe

He never asked me my name, where I was from, what I do for a living. He took me at face value, simply accepted me

The background buzz told him the phone had been lifted from the cradle. “Hello. Ronnie Burns, please.” An awkward silence on the other end of

That’s him! I’m absolutely certain of it, that’s him. Kenny Booth was not one to create drama. He avoided scenes and seldom made them. When

For a brief moment, an instant before the Boeing 737 touched down at Philadelphia’s International Airport, seventy-eight-year-old Harold Levine recalled, more accurately relived with vivid