The Charles Tillman era has come to an end in Chicago as the creator and master of the “Peanut Punch” made his windy city departure official, inking a one-year deal with the Carolina Panthers.
“Hey, how are you? What’s new?”
“Oh, not much, what’s new with you?”
“Nothing new here.”
“Yeah, same old, same old.”
After the Nazis had fled Bergen-Belsen knowing their demise was imminent, Izzy Starck and some friends searched the Nazi barracks to find a bunch of rifles. They were starving – that wasn’t what they were looking for.
Passover is one of my favorite holidays. My third favorite, in fact. One element I enjoy is the Seder Plate and the items we put on it. In general, we Jews like to use symbols – or in the case of Passover, food – to represent things. It’s why, especially during this holiday, if I walk past a fellow Jew all I have to do is shout, “Represent!” and they know exactly what’s going on.
Passover has always been my favorite Jewish holiday. Not for the funky food — and definitely not for the candy fruit slices that taste like Tums — but for the people. Passover, more than any other holiday, has been a special time to for our family and friends to congregate.
We're consumed by images and rhetoric in the media of human turmoil and strife—a world crying out for repair.
Every year at the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament, Jewish basketball coaches get together to give out the Red Auerbach Best Coach Award.