Ah, the joys of dancing…

Surviving the Trump Era

Some good friends got married recently and had their wedding at one of those almost-hidden, cute cafés in San Francisco, one that was not built for such an event but was charmingly coaxed into a cozy venue for such a joyous occasion. The ceremony was lovely and personal, the food and wine were tasty and fresh, and the wait staff polite and attentive. Just before we arrived, two waiters carrying champagne crashed into each other, sending many flutes to the brick path below, but they seemed to be handling the glass shard removal without fuss, and the party got started without any delay.

I have to say, though, as much as I love a heartfelt exchange of vows, my favorite part of a wedding is always the dancing. We managed concentric circles of the traditional horah while the band played “Hava Nagila” in the area next to the fireplace. And I knew it was a…

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