A person’s life is only a tiny grain of sand in the desert of time. These are the golden twenties and the impenetrable darkness of the Great Depression. These are the nightmare of World War II and the desperate happiness of the survivors. These are bitter losses and delightful victories. For as long as we have not left, we are the epicenter of the world; and when we do, the goices of a summer day will sound—once for us…
On a wonderful summer day, an already not-so-young man watching his eager little son play baseball was overwhelmed by memories. Memories of how he, too, was once a boy, and of what happened later.
Childhood, adolescence, youth. First love and great hopes. Years of study and agonizing search for a job. The Jewish question in the USA (and in Russia), the Great Depression sweeping across America. War. Love already grown, big and complicated. Marriage. Betrayals. Doubts. A midlife crisis. The difficult path to accepting oneself and finding wisdom. Life as it is—happy and unhappy, full of joys and failures, giving nothing for free and making you pay one price or another for everything.