Author Archives: Ken Greenman

I enjoy watching men and women work. The brick layer halfway up a wall. A painter turning sheet-rock-dull gray into canary yellow. A greensman leaves the lawn well weeded, mowed and edged. I don’t need a fifth generation cell phone … Continue reading →

Come! Walk me. Keep me company while I do my daily duty, the simple chores. Mow the lawn. Drive to Lowes for two quarts of coconut milk, bananas and chop meat. Come! Walk me. Meet me at my stoop. Arm … Continue reading →

When I play alone, I against I, I never looses. I follow all the rules: WHITE ON RIGHT; KING ON OPPOSITE COLOR; NON-PASSANT; FIGHT TILL THE BLOODY CHECK-MATE; BEWARE THE STALE MATE; BUT A POT IS AS GOOD AS GOLD. … Continue reading →

…that moment in human history after which everything changes. It’s no mystery! The most pivotal… That slight change of direction… That sudden shift in trajectory… Remember? OK. I will tell you! It’s the first time one of our Pro-Magnon grandpa’s … Continue reading →

This, my son, is where we first beheld the flame. This, my son, is where we first came to build this Tabernacle To God’s Name. This, my son, is where we carried silken cloth, gold threads, linen drape. This is … Continue reading →

Our Father in Heaven and on Earth and in our lives and in my life, All the Names You have chosen to be called are Holy. Your Kingdom is coming and your Kingdom is here in us! Your will is … Continue reading →

Etymology, like spelling, is to me, always a source of wonder, and mystery. Take, for instance, the origin of “YALMACHA” : “….from the ancient Hebrew for “put on a cap!” adapted by Yiddish speaking migrants from the warm sands of … Continue reading →

Grand Uncle Claus sat at the end of the table. Grand Aunt Genevieve stood beside him, her hand on his shoulder. She called to all their guests, their loved family and friends. “Come to the table! All come to the … Continue reading →

Rabbi Israel Shulman, head rabbi of the Savanah, Georgia Temple Beth-El was ancient. He had officiated at the Bar and Bat Mitsphas of the now elderly senior members of the Executive Committee of the Temple and that committee was at … Continue reading →

At 73! A new knee and a new lense behind my eye. But still, the old me. Do I see the Invisible differently? Am I quicker to kneel now? Do I pop-up into action with a deeper understanding of what, … Continue reading →