I went to a BBQ with another portion of the Dallas Jew Crew and found that none of them were actually from Dallas. Maybe one was, but mostly I remember places of origin ranging from Russia to Mexico to Houston to Atlanta. Being a fan of accents (I don’t have one*), I had a particularly good time talking to the woman whose family fled Russia for Israel in 1990 and is in Dallas for school. She and her fiancé are now angling to get back to Israel. There’s nothing quite like the accent of a Russian who spent over half of her life in Israel. Listening to her talk brought back a lot of old memories.

I sat the last Mavs game out so I’m off to a pub to check out tonight’s match. We’re meeting at The Gingerman. I couldn’t be happier.

*You know, except for the whole “y’all” thing, and the git er done thing.