An elderly woman walked into the synagogue. The friendly usher greeted her at the door and helped her up the flight of steps, "Where would you like to sit?" he asked politely. "The front row please," she answered. "You really don't want to do that," the usher said "The Rabbi is really boring." "Do you happen to know who I am?" the woman inquired. "No." he said. "I'm the Rabbi’s mother," she replied indignantly. "Do you know who I am?" he asked. "No." she said. "Good," he answered. Last night my husband David and I went to for a late dinner. I love the sweet chili-glazed salmon with pork fried rice. We’re both old and cranky, so as soon as we walked into the restaurant, I complained to the hostess about the music being too loud. She found us a quiet booth, the manager turned down the volume of the , and we continued the conversation that had started in the car on the way over. Read next feature >