Fifty-seven varieties of matzoh balls but two Passover themes are constant: Justice and compassion

At age 57, I’ve attended at least 57 varieties of Passover seders. As a little kid at my Uncle Jack’s house the festive meal rarely began before 10:00 pm. Years later my kids’ Uncle Jesse preferred the McSeder, and if you showed up late, tough luck, you missed dessert. One time in Duluth I was either too poor or too lazy to buy a box of matzoh, and I substituted Saltines. Continue Reading