Heshey green

HESHEY GREEN To visit our hotel would have told you little about our “Yiddishkeit,” our centuries of Jewish agony.

Hikers you would see.

And swimmers.

And people in lawn chairs…sunning themselves.

Show music (would be blaring).

And the “cha-cha” (the “cha-cha-cha”).

“Heshey Green tonight,” (someone would say).

“I love him, Heshey Green.”

“Heshey Green, he’s a nothing,” (another would add).

“He stinks, Heshey Green.

He has no talent.

Let him drop dead.

Heshey Green, I wouldn’t touch him with a stick.

With that belly?

Disgusting.

Cancer is funnier.

He’s an undertaker, Heshey Green.”