I encountered another variation on this theme during my annual stay at a Jewish summer bungalow colony.
The colony’s social director introduced himself with a song, set to a klezmer-like tune, in one stanza of which he sang about how his parents and older relatives hated that he had decided to become a social director.
A social director!
A social director!
Don’t tell us our boy is a social director!
Persons:
It’s, Maisel, ” someone’s, “ We’re, Lenore’s, ”, “, Ikh, bey zeyde
Organizations:
Miami
Locations:
Rosmarins, ”