Demographics (aka the problem with Connecticut)

Problems with the local of my abode (in the specified region) arise when the median age of a sabbatical seminar on rabbinical Judaism through the modern ecumenical movement places a nubile twenty-something year old among several brace of octogenarians. The coup de grace is dealt when the priest queries my pecuniary status: “So, you’re living in New Preston? Are you a millionaire?” “Not yet father, not yet.”



Still to come: Wedding Weissen, the true life and death story of my first brew.