I’m true to my multi-faceted heritage: a Jew abandoned by God to exile; an impoverished academic in a land that doesn’t value education; a Canadian with no Green Card struggling to support the meshpuchah; and a proud descendent of der Royter Gonef fun Vilna, a legendary horse thief from the Russian Empire.
What this means is that I’m an unabashed Schnorrer: I never turn down a free lunch; I’ll take your boots, jacket, aquarium, livestock, and depending on its genealogy, your underwear.
So when my neighbors disappeared at 6pm on May 21, I hit the jackpot. If these Christians are entitled to blessed salvation, do I not, the tormented Israelite, have the right to sleep in comfort, be well nourished, get a new TV?
So I headed out into the streets, to collect what (and who) was left behind: