Even when the boys were in high school. Getting and spending we lay waste our powers.

Much more important, would they make a living and have a passion on the side? Thank God, both have. Jazz for my older son, literature for my younger son.

(Edit): what a joy it is when my older son calls and says that he found an LP, in good condition, in a Harlem record shop of Thelonious Monk’s Solo Monk. Or, my younger son calls and asks if I have Isaac Bashevis Singer’s collection of stories In My Father’s Court. Of course I do. Could I send it to him? You bet.

Only those of us with a touch of Yiddishkeit would understand. Nu?

Auf Deutsch, Ich verstehe.