The other night Kellie and I went to go see The Manchurian Candidate. We got there early, and as it happens on Friday nights the previous show was not yet done and we were stuck waiting outside the theater, roped off into a small section. "That's fine," I announced, "just corral us off to the side." "They're not corralling us," Kel said. "They are. But it's fine, we're used to it." "We?" she asked. "My people," I informed her, "The Jews." Kel looked at me, not quite believing what she was hearing. "At least this time we know what's going on," I said. "Separate us out. That's cool. Oh! Oh, then put us on a train. That's right. Next stop Belmont. Yeah, right. Belmont Auschwitz! You've got to get up pretty early to pull one over on me!"

Needless to say I sufficiently embarrassed myself for the evening.