Feb 11
4 min read
The Pointless Adventure
All the third-grade Hebrew school students would line up and prepare for our favorite monthly ritual, the Pointless Adventure. The excited laughter would die down and I’d lead them silently toward some irrelevant part of the synagogue building that they had never been to. We might go to the back wall of one of the classrooms, or into the janitor’s closet, a blank stairway, or maybe explore an empty shelf in the library. As we went, I would point…
