To a Grave, Unquietly
Roth amused his compatriots by scanning headstones
for Jewish names. —New York Magazine
That's true. Often the only amusing thing in a graveyard
will be the Jewish names.
There they are, in the full sight of everyone, winking from
their stones, "It's me. Over here. Yeah. Bet you don't
believe your eyes. I got in!"
And if, God forbid, I come up empty now and then, I carry
my own supply of JNs—you know, family, friends.
Then I just remember them.