So John McCain is a little fahrblunget on the concept of Purim. So was the Talbot’s-clad lady in front of me at the deli bakery in Bethesda, who said to her friend, “Ooh look, they have the hamantaschen.” Her Lilly Pulitzer-wearing friend asked, “What are those?” “Poppy-seed pastries. It’s German. They make them for Easter.”
Easter, Esther–who needs the tsuris?