It is Friday night. No date. Any Friday night you want. I am playing chess with my Dad after we get back from the synagogue and before we eat dinner. I am chuckling as my Dad recycles old jokes. My favorite one he tells: “You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose but you can’t pick your friend's nose.” I am a child. Any age you want but a child. I am playing chess with my Dad after dinner and before we go to bed.
