Today I received a letter in the mail that gave me pause to recall those old Sally Struthers commercials where she walked around African villages talking about feeding poor Africans and how, for pennies a day, you could give them food and clothing and school materials.
But instead of young African children this letter was urging me, for only $2.40/day to feed Elderly Russian Jews. Now I like Jews as much as the next Gentile. I'm a sucker for latkes and Matzo Ball soup really IS Jewish penicillin-- but I couldn't help but chuckle at this plea to feed Elderly Russian Jews.
The thing is, if I were to do something like this, I wouldn't want to just feed an Elderly Russian Jew, I'd want to adopt one like those African kids in the Sally Struthers commercials. I'd want to possibly someday even show up at their door with a bottle of Manischewitz Passover Wine, some Gefilte Fish, a jar of top notch horseradish, and a pot roast or maybe some Corned Beef and hear their tales of growing up in Russia in days past.
But instead I just nodded to myself in disbelief... oy vey!