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February 4, 2008
In seventh grade, we had a “fifties day”, where all students were encouraged to come to school dressed in outfits from that decade.

This was 1975. Fonzie was all the rage, and I was at the height of my frenzied Fonzie fandom. I’d just discovered Henry Winkler was Jewish, which meant that if we met, he’d want me above all others. Never mind that there were, at the time, a dozen other Jewish girls out there.

My mom and I created an ensemble that won my grade’s prize for the girls. Alas, I never met the prize I really wanted!