Next Year, Jerusalem Avenue!

I attended a small community Seder yesterday evening at a Reconstructionist synagogue, where I believe we may have been among the very few Jews present ("Oh, hi! We're the Manischewitz Maguires!"). Even the Cantor seemed a bit suspect to me. In any case, we were able to score a couple of lovely Haggadahs, titled something like "A Night of Questions." Or, as I prefer to call it, "A Night of Indigestion." Happy Passover!