PURELY COMMENTARY for openers
Name That Man
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hat shall we name the baby? This is a question that is often posed by new parents. How many realize that the names for boys that are chosen are actually part of our everyday parlance? By GEORGE, Sy Manello it sometimes Editorial Assistant seems that every TOM, DICK and HARRY has a commonly used moniker. But let me be FRANK; finding a suitable name is not like playing Where’s WALDO? Alcohol and drinks made therefrom are laden with men’s names though why these are masculine is a wonder. (What latent suggestion is there?) Consider: ROB ROY
cocktail, JOHNNIE Walker and gin RICKEY. Well, it would be just JIM dandy to be able to get a cup of JOE without having to JAYwalk and be a mindless pedestrian. Out of funds? (No BENJAMINs?) Do not get in the habit or robbing PETER to pay PAUL; that is rarely
a good solution. Be wary of MAXing out your credit; getting BILLs in the mail is no fun. I do not JOSH when I say that seeing a skater perform a double AXEL is a real treat. Some even perform twirls while holding on to a partner’s HANK of hair! That’s a perfor-
mance after which you could “drop the MIKE.” CAR(R)Y that picture with you! Ever feel like hang-gliding over a CLIFF? Well, GRANT me the assurance that you will DON protective clothing and then that will be JAKE with me. At this point, I VAN(t) you, dear readers, to find some of the MAN(N)Y other examples that are out there. When you do, well, then BOB’s your uncle! As I was getting ready to end this article, I had a vision of female protesters who ROSE to call me to task for not getting a PEARL of an idea and to formulate a column of women’s names. Please have the GRACE to be patient and I promise to develop that soon.
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Living in a Pandemic A reflection on the past year.
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riginally, I started my journey as an undergraduate student at Wayne State as a biology major. However, after taking a few bio classes, I found quickly that this would not be the route for me and got on track to become a public health major instead. Loren Safta At the beginjewish@edu writer ning of my second semester, now public health major, my life went on as normal. Besides beginning to
hear of the coronavirus in the news and discussing it with my professors and peers, it had no major presence in my day-today life. I was a happy, normal college student. I ate in the dining hall, went to all my classes in person, and slept in the on-campus dorms. It was a conventional college experience. I went out with friends, studied in the library, suffered through my midterms and was even planning a trip to New York at the end of the semester. I had made wonderful
connections with Hillel of Metro Detroit’s Jewish Student Organization on campus and met some amazing new friends. I attended Hillel’s events and even organized some of my own. At Wayne, I felt safe expressing my Jewish faith and religion openly, knowing that Hillel was like a family on campus that would always welcome me for a Shabbat dinner or a coffee and understand me spiritually. Everything was going according to plan! The email students received
extending spring break for another two weeks was at first a welcome surprise. I, along with my friends, took it as a bonus, a chance to relax a bit more before the insanity of finals fell upon us. However, about three weeks in, we noticed this seemingly small change in plan was nothing short of a single falling domino in a cascade of changes that would alter our daily lives. A DRASTIC CHANGE As the pandemic came upon us in full force, my normal continued on page 6
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