Growing up, I was a nice, Jewish boy. Hebrew School three days per week, youth group activities on the weekend, and a Bar Mitzvah that pulled out every stop. I had, no exaggeration, memorized the Erev Shabbat service and could recite the prayers and passages verbatim — in Hebrew and English. In fact, I even knew the page numbers for each section of the service. Some might call me a geek...
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