For 3 months, I’ve been dreaming of going back to St. Charles, a beautiful colonial-era town in Missouri that is filled with quaint shops selling all kinds of fascinating things. St. Charles is made for walking, but who could face being outside in the horrible heat we have been experiencing in the region?
Finally, it became marginally less hot, so I planned a visit to St. Charles for tomorrow. And then I discovered that Hurricane Isaac is moving in our direction.
So I called my father to share my disappointment with Isaac’s untimely visit.
“Yeah, blame the Jews!” my father joked*.
After living in Southern Illinois for 3 years, I have become one of those desperately boring people who talk about the weather.
* In our culture, Isaac is perceived as a Jewish name. Of course, the hurricane is giving rise to many Jewish jokes in our Jewish family.