So, I'm chatting away with my friend's mother in the lobby of the hotel and the new guests at the counter mention - at some convenient break in the conversation - that I must be from Brooklyn. Why? Because I speak Hebrew with a Brooklyn accent.
When I seemed a little confused, he thought that he had insulted me. No, I said, just confused, because I'm from the Midwest and didn't think that my few years in the Boston area (though I did go to school in Riverdale, NYC -- hmmmm) would have somehow given me a Brooklyn accent.
But, it should comfort all of us (?) that my Hebrew accent is recognizable in some fashion - even if a few miles to the west.
Cheers, Rabbi Heath
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