Such a Beautiful Night

The thing I remember best about Passover in my grandparents' Fairfax apartment was how many people they could stuff around that table. There were relatives there we saw once a year for twenty years and never did figure out who they were. It was like opening the door to the little clown car and fifty people get out, each one holding a brisket.

Last night in San Francisco was wonderful. There was a red moon on the rise. And all without leavening.