Shout out to Abra, hope you're still rocking the Arava and getting into trouble.

To the writer of this piece, some factual errors. I didn't plan the dinner by myself, and I didn't read from the gay-friendly prayerbook, my co-planner did. The sentence after that doesn't even make sense. To clarify, I was trying to explain to the few Israeli attendees who spoke very little English. The difficulty of trying to find a Hebrew way to talk about pilgrims, puritans, the Mayflower," or Native Americans was really a lost cause with my Hebrew-speaking skills. Also, sweet potatoes were available. And I didn't make the soup. My friend did. And it was carrot/sweet potato soup. I don't know how the writer botched up what I sent in so badly, but in any case, it was a good and interesting thanksgiving. Then I wrote a poem http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guzxJUFgxQk

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