A Temple Has Two Meanings
Earlier this year, on a beautiful spring day, we drove 30 minutes from our home in Philadelphia to a Thai temple and cultural center to celebrate Songkran, Thailand's Lunar New Year.
"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Russia."
"Russia who?"
"Russia Shana."
As my kids tell me this joke, I realize my mother's curse has come true: I have children "just like me."
With imported parents and imported children, I'm the native-born pastrami.