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Your Saturday Jack

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Before arriving, as is our custom, at Old School/New York/Owl Head Bagel Cafe for our Saturday morning feast (featured above), we began this a.m. downstairs in the lobby of the Hebrew Home, where I found our hero sitting by the dining room. He is wearing sweatpants, one leg rolled up, black shirt, loafers, and blue ankle wool socks.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Ach! It was too hot upstairs, so I came downstairs.”

“Why was it hot? Did you turn off the air conditioning?”

“I don’t think so. I didn't touch it. Maybe, I made it warmer, because I was cold, but I don’t remember. But no, I didn’t touch it. So, what’s new, sweetheart?”

“You want to go to breakfast?”

“You got a deal.”

“OK, wait here. I’m going to go up and get your hearing aids.”

“I got ‘em in,” he says, checking for them.

“No, you don’t.”

“Oh, you’re right. I don’t. I had them in but I took them out.”

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