I’m watching a documentary about wolves.
The narrator calls one of the wolf packs The Jets,
which of course makes me think about West Side Story,
where a gang called the Jets sing:
When you’re a Jet,
You’re a Jet all the way . . .
From your first cigaret
To your last dyin’ day
This makes me remember being on Long Island
and sitting through my niece’s Sunday-school play,
a parody of the TV show Welcome Back, Kotter.
In this version, a Hebrew-school class
stood in for the sitcom’s high-school class of Sweathogs.
The concept might have had promise,
but Mr. Kotter had become Mr. Kosher
and the children sang:
When you’re a Jew,
You’re a Jew all the way
From the day of your bris
To your bar mitzvah day . . .
(I’m not making this up; if you don’t know…
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