(As I am currently recovering from my colonoscopy yesterday, I thought I dig into the past and retell this Passover miracle from years ago that just so happens to include a photo of my beautiful wife. Suffice to say the joy and laughter we enjoyed on this occasion 6 years ago was nowhere in the vicinity this year, our first passover without Deb.)
From April 17, 2016:
"Why is this year different than any other year?"
Asked the Melancholy Son.
Because this year, unlike all the others, my wife and I were not preparing a huge Seder dinner to mark the holiday of Passover.
With the passing of Deb's mom, a year and a half ago, and the departure of both our daughters off to college, we decided to take a friend up on a Seder invite. And sadly, dispensed with the annual arrangement of the fish from a jar, bread from a box and cow liver that had been chopped, seasoned and pureed until it was no longer recognizable as cow liver.
That is until, as if by divine providence, a miracle arrived on our doorstep.
Just as we were heading out, the doorbell rang. Another solicitor trying to strong arm me into putting solar panels on the roof, I thought.
But no. It was Elijah. Seen here standing next to my thoroughly-amused wife.
My former Chiat/Day partner, John Shirley, who had always been given a standing invitation to come for a Seder dinner, picked this year, of all years, to show up at my house. It sent Deb into an uncontrollable fit of the giggles. John loved to hear Deb laugh about 29% of what I did. As he often told me, "you have a keeper."
John entered, baring a name tag, in case the joke was lost on anyone, a bottle of Manischewitz "wine" and a speech no less.
It was quite the surprise. Had the house been full of half-hearted, atheist Jews, as it usually is on this festive holiday, John's (Elijah) arrival would have been met with a loud roar of laughter. Well deserved laughter.
He even broke out his all-purpose go-to-funeral/wedding/graduation/odd Jewish bondage fetish festival suit.
To celebrate, we unscrewed the cap and poured ourselves a ceremonial glass of "wine." But before we drank it, I whipped out my iPhone and used my new Vivino app. that identifies wine by the label and offers instantaneous reviews -- a must for any ill-informed wine shopper.
Once again, we were surprised. The reviews, perhaps written in the font of sarcasm, were astonishingly good.
"A sweet, not unpleasant floral aroma."
"Definitive notes of blackberry, with a strong finish."
"Lashings of concord and very subtle hints of...oppression."
We tasted the Manischewitz "wine", a bold 2016 blend direct from the vineyards of Canadaiugua, New York and by consensus, decided that had the Lord really wanted to punish the Egyptians, he could have skipped the theatrics of 10 plagues and made them drink this swill.
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