My best friends in the third grade were twin sisters, Annette and Arlene Frier. They told me that Chanukah was not a big deal. I believed them. Their father was a Rabbi.
I was brought up to believe in Baby Jesus. I had a Catholic mass card imprinted with his face aglow under a mass of blonde curls and a halo. In my child-like wonder, I recognized myself in that face.
Forgive me, but I didn’t see a fundamental...