I just returned form an absolutely lovely Passover sader at my Aunt Karen’s house. It was a very informal evening, and I think everyone there had a good time. All of my cousins were there, and in talking to some of them, I realized that I really don’t know them at all. Maybe it’s a consequence of growing up so far apart – they’ve lived in Westchester (or Spring Valley, or wherever) doing their own thing, I’ve been here in NJ (or in the Catskills, or in Syracuse) doing my own thing. It’s no one’s fault, really. But I really wish I had gotten to know them better.