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My Tatty just looked at me, stroking my head. Lovingly he said, “Oy, mein kind – oy, my child.” I never quite understood my father’s “oy” – but I understand it today. And now I too say “oy.” But I do believe that one day very soon the “oy” will turn into “Oy, oh how good, how wonderful, how blessed, how beautiful. Shabbos! Shabbos! Shabbos!”
In my mind I hear the words of the popular Mordechai Ben David song of many years ago, “Just one Shabbos and we’ll all be free…”
Good Shabbos, Am Yisrael!