While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Marriage . . .
Seriously though . . . if you marry shiksa can you still have something this beautiful and happy? Maybe marriage isn't (beef) bologna. PS - My shul is just as beautiful as where they shot this video . . . just in a totally different way.