Good morning, Stroock's Books weekenders, and happy Saturday.
Last night we attended services at our new, larger and much closer synagogue. Dang, they do the prayers to a different melody. We were lost for much of the service and will have to relearn the prayers. Mrs. Stroock, who grew up with this stuff, was right at home. The dinner, service and oneg were perfectly pleasant, and we've already made new acquittances. Shalom.
Heh we learned that the synagogue was getting a new cantor, who happened to be the cantor from one of our previous synagogues. Which is nice. We liked her very much. Shalom again.
A peace deal with Iran is close, they say once more. Given the details we've seen, the deal is acceptable. Two questions for the doomers. What are more air strikes supposed to accomplish? How, exactly would we topple the regime? Eschew doomerism. Learn to take the W.
Anyway we suspect this ceasefire will resemble the current not-ceasefire.
The things.
We read through World War 1990 Thatcher's War and are pleased. The narrative is set through the Battle of Ardee.
We have the rough draft of the BAOR story. It's messy and all over the place, but the draft is there. We'll give the story a read and then let it sit. Mostly, the story is General Harry Tuzo in his BAOR field HQ working the radio and trying to find out what the hell is happening.
We began another nuke novel short story. An Egyptian Major patrols the west bank of the Suez Canal, going from situation to situation. He ponders where he has been, and where things are going.
That's all for us. We're off to the much-anticipated dance recital.
