By Gerald Eskenazi
In corners of the world I never expected my Jewishness to surface, my ancient heritage finds me. Or is it the other way around?
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By Gerald Eskenazi
I was sailing along the Nile on a fancy cruise, breakfast-time. I looked in the breadbasket, and there I saw them: bagels! On the Nile!? I knew, just knew, they couldn’t be good. And they weren’t. They were white bread made round.
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By Gerald Eskenazi
Ever hear of a Jewish motocross racer? Neither have I, and I’ve been around sports for almost 50 years and written about Olympics from the Alps to Barcelona.
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By Gerald Eskenazi
The candles were lit just before sundown, and the Sabbath meal was about to be served.
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By Gerald Eskenazi
Baseball, like Yiddish, has generously gifted many words and expressions to the English language. The game even has an expression for a mediocre ballplayer whose career was short: “He was up for a cup of coffee.”Read More