“It Ain’t Necessarily So”

I’m not sure which of the Gershwin brothers (George or Ira) penned that particular lyric, but it seems appropriate for the occasion: One of my more tech-savvy correspondents has informed me that something about my e-mail tips people off as to my location. Well, close, but not quite—I do not live in that neighborhood of that city. In point of fact, not only do I not live in a frum/Orthodox neighborhood, I don’t even live in a Jewish one: The last kosher butcher left almost two decades ago, and the few remaining synagogues are barely hanging on. So there, snoops. :)