Chaim Drizin

The candles are burning low and he is staring at them. Flame meets flame and a soul ignites . . .

The rabbi stared at the grave, noticing the most unusual headstone. Engraved on the stone, above the man's name, were the Hebrew words kasher l'pesach "Kosher for Passover."

“Thank you for not revealing that I’m not Jewish,” Kola’s robust voice called out from the front of the car. I was stunned. It hadn’t crossed my mind to introduce my driver one way or another