by Jon Greenbaum
I was drinking screwdrivers with my 80 year old grandfather in the kitchenette of his Coney Island coop apartment. He leaned across the table, pointed his finger at the table and said in his thick Yiddish accent, “It was not a revolutionary moment. You have to understand that.”

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