What a wonderful time I had in Chicago attending my nephew’s bar mitzvah. I had the privilege of witnessing Luke’s ritual from youth to manhood. This also gave me a chance to meet all of my Jewish “in-laws and relatives” who are dear people. I had three days of festivities- eating, more eating, and many, many conversations (good practice for “not being a jerk” with people of a different faith). Making those connections is very meaningful to me, as I haven’t been to an event with these folks since my brother’s wedding 14 years ago. Here is my nephew Luke, with the Rabbi.

Mazal Tov!