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Monday, July 01, 2013


The Harmonica Lewinskies

That's the HarMonica Lewinskies, if you missed it. 

I was in the holy city (New York) recently, taking an evening stroll through the park, when I noticed something a little unusual. 

Were there people in the fountain?  There seemed to be.  I went for a closer look.

They seemed happy.  There was an official looking photographer. Was it the prelude to a wedding?

I asked a bystander.  "Oh, they're the Harmonica Lewinskies,"  he said, as if that explained everything.  When they arrived back on land, I asked one of the suspendered chaps.  "It's a photo for our new album.  We're the Harmonica Lewinskies.  Here's a card - come listen." 

I was about to walk away, when I thought to ask, "How'd you get the name?"  "It just came to me one evening," he said.  "I thought we'd better use it while people still got the joke."

I have my own theory, which involves passionate young Jewish women inspired to be band groupies, but I had to let that go.  I'm not on a Congressional Committee.

Saturday, August 25, 2012


Remember film cameras?

An old Pentax 35mm came across my path recently, and I decide to snap a few shots.  This is a totally manual camera, which I understand the university photography students are still using.  Here are a few shots:


Of course, there were a few rejects, too. What am I supposed to do when there's no delete function?

Sunday, March 11, 2012


Joy of Adar, spring in the air!

Sun on orange, quickens the pace of spring....
leaves are appearing...
many kinds of birds, as well....

and the rebirth of flowers reminds us of joy!

Monday, January 30, 2012


Tu Bi'Shvat - Pear tree in blossom - new beginnings

Seems like a time for new beginnings - first blossoms of the pear tree, loved by the bees, and a visual feast! Blessings on your new beginnings!!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Kaddish for My Mom -- October 17, 2010

May her memory be for a blessing, as was her life.

by Marge Piercy, copyright 1999, from THE ART OF BLESSING THE DAY, Alfred A Knopf

Look around us, search above us, below, behind.
We stand in a great web of being joined together.
Let us praise, let us love the life we are lent
passing through us in the body of Israel
and our own bodies, let's say amein.

Time flows through us like water.
The past and the dead speak through us.
We breathe out our children's children, blessing.

Blessed is the earth from which we grow,
blessed the life we are lent,
blessed the ones who teach us,
blessed the ones we teach,
blessed is the word that cannot say the glory
that shines through us and remains to shine
flowing past distant suns on the way to forever.
Let's say amein.

Blessed is light, blessed is darkness,
but blessed above all else is peace
which bears the fruits of knowledge
on strong branches, let's say amein.

Peace that bears joy into the world,
peace that enables love, peace over Israel
everywhere, blessed and holy is peace,
let's say amein.

Saturday, December 05, 2009


10,000 menorahs & miracles in Montana

December 5, 2009
Religion Journal copyright 2009 NY Times

Yes, Miky, There Are Rabbis in Montana

HELENA, Mont. — In Montana, a rabbi is an unusual sight. So when a Hasidic one walked into the State Capitol last December, with his long beard, black hat and long black coat, a police officer grabbed his bomb-sniffing German shepherd and went to ask the exotic visitor a few questions.

Though there are few Jews in Montana today, there once were many. In the late 19th century, there were thriving Jewish populations in the mining towns, where Jews emigrated to work as butchers, clothiers, jewelers, tailors and the like.

The city of Butte had kosher markets, a Jewish mayor, a B’nai B’rith lodge and three synagogues. Helena, the capital city, had Temple Emanu-El, built in 1891 with a seating capacity of 500. The elegant original facade still stands, but the building was sold and converted to offices in the 1930s, when the congregation had dwindled to almost nothing, the Jewish population having mostly assimilated or moved on to bigger cities.

There is a Jewish cemetery in Helena, too, with tombstones dating to 1866. But more Jews are buried in Helena than currently live here.

And yet, in a minor revival, Montana now has three rabbis, two in Bozeman and one (appropriately) in Whitefish. They were all at the Capitol on the first night of Hannukah last year to light a menorah in the ornate Capitol rotunda, amid 100-year-old murals depicting Sacajawea meeting Lewis and Clark, the Indians beating Custer, and the railway being built. The security officer and the dog followed the rabbi into the rotunda, to size him up.

Hanukkah has a special significance in Montana these days. In Billings in 1993, vandals broke windows in homes that were displaying menorahs. In a response organized by local church leaders, more than 10,000 of the city’s residents and shopkeepers put make-shift menorahs in their own windows, to protect the city’s three dozen or so Jewish families. The vandalism stopped.

Lately, the only commotion about Hanukkah has been the annual haggling among the rabbis over who gets to light the menorah at the Capitol. (It has since been resolved — at this year’s lighting, on Dec. 16, they will each light a candle; in the future they will take turns going first.)

Last year, the rabbinic debate resumed as the hour of lighting neared and 20 or so Jewish Montanans filed into the Capitol.

One woman could be heard reporting, excitedly, that a supermarket in Great Falls would be carrying matzo next Passover; a guy from Missoula was telling everyone that he had just gotten a shipment of pastrami from Katz’s Deli in New York.

The menorah was lighted and Hebrew prayers chanted, while the officer watched from a distance with his dog. He figured he would let it all go down and then move in when the ceremony was done. The dog sat at attention, watching the ceremony with a peculiar expression on its face, a look of intense interest. When the ceremony was over, the officer approached the Hasidic rabbi.

“I’m Officer John Fosket of the Helena Police,” he said. “This is Miky, our security dog. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

Miky, pronounced Mikey, is in a Diaspora of his own. He was born in an animal shelter in Holland and shipped as a puppy to Israel, where he was trained by the Israeli Defense Forces to sniff out explosives. Then one day, Miky got a plane ticket to America. Rather than spend the standard $20,000 on a bomb dog, the Helena Police Department had shopped around and discovered that it could import a surplus bomb dog from the Israeli forces for the price of the flight. So Miky came to his new home in Helena, to join the police force.

The problem, the officer explained, was that Miky had been trained entirely in Hebrew.

When Officer Fosket got Miky, he was handed a list of a dozen Hebrew commands and expressions, like “Hi’ sha’ er” (stay!), Ch’pess (search!), and “Kelev tov” (good doggy). He made flashcards and tried practicing with Miky. But poor Miky didn’t respond.

Officer Fosket (who is not Jewish) suspected he wasn’t pronouncing the words properly. He tried a Hebrew instructional audio-book from the local library, but no luck. The dog didn’t always understand what he was being ordered to do. Or maybe Miky was just using his owner’s bad pronunciation as an excuse to ignore him. Either way, the policeman needed a rabbi.

And now he had found one. They worked through a few pronunciations, and the rabbi, Chaim Bruk, is now on call to work with Miky and his owner as needed. Officer Fosket has since learned to pronounce the tricky Israeli “ch” sound, and Miky has become a new star on the police force. The two were even brought in by the Secret Service to work a recent presidential visit.

So all is well in the Jewish community here because the Hasidic rabbi is helping the Montana cop speak Hebrew to his dog. It is good news all around. The officer keeps the Capitol safe, and the Hebrew pooch is feeling more at home hearing his native tongue.

But the big winner is the rabbi, a recent arrival from Brooklyn who is working hard (against tough odds) to bring his Lubavitch movement to Montana. He has been scouring the state for anyone who can speak Hebrew, and is elated to have found a German shepherd he can talk to.

Eric A. Stern lives in Helena, Mont., and is senior counselor to Gov. Brian Schweitzer. The Beliefs column by Peter Steinfels will return on Dec. 19.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009


Mall of America - Pilgrimage or Teshuvah?

Passing through Minneapolis on the way to visit ancestral graves, I discovered that my motel was very close to the Mall of America. In fact, they had a free shuttle service! The flight was late, so I can't say it was a pilgrimage to rescue America's economy. All I could do was reflect on my credit card balances, repent, and snap a few photos. Here they are:

PS, The decibel level here is high. Be prepared for the direction kiosk's to shriek at you, surely to rise over the general din. As you will note from this photo, there is an amusement park in the center.

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