They tried to kill us. We won. Let’s eat.

Alan King was more of my parents’ generation than mine but I did grow up seeing him on Ed Sullivan, the Tonight Show and the movie screen. In fact they saw him live last year and gave a glowing review. King died this morning of lung cancer–at 76, less than a year older than my father by the way–and I remember him for his ability to be funny with the old schtick, the jokes and one liners, but also to grow in the ’80s and ’90s into a modern artist who could convey humor and pathos through stories. The title of this post is a good for instance, one of his gems summing up the essence of all Jewish holidays.