“Come by at 8:30. We can talk then.” Even though it was a text, I could feel the flat tone of my girlfriend’s mood coming through. The verdict was in and it did not sound promising. To be honest, I hadn’t thought it all through when I embarked on the “Second Seder Initiative”. The notion was admirable – an unmarried guy throwing something special for friends and neighbors of whom he had been ‘shnorring’ for years. Rosh Hashanah lunches at the Feldsteins, breaking …
