Even though the Forward has lost its connection with Israel, I read it all the time and am especially happy when they play Jewish Geography, a game I’ve always enjoyed but almost forgotten about.   So this week’s Jewish geography lesson is a book about Elvis

and I ate it up.  But our game in the family isn’t whether someone is Jewish or not.  We ASSUME it.  The fun is when it is some other race.  Today, for instance, when I got fed up with my credit card and decided to get another one I filled out a form online and a guy called to finish the process.  He talked so fast I had to stop him to repeat himself a few times and clarify.  To Ezi I noted that he must be a yeshiva boy because he speaks like haredim pray.  But I waited until the end to ask him what his name was.  “Ali.”  “Pleased to meet you, Ali.”  “And you.”