Early this morning my grandfather passed away peacefully in his sleep. He was 83, and up until Alzheimer's slowly shut him down over the last five years or so, he was one of the most ridiculus characters I have ever encountered outside a Michael Chabon novel.
That said, in tribute her is a list of
Words My Yiddish Grandfather Never Managed to Say Correctly:
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