2 jewish

The call came early Thanksgiving morning
and her voice sounded desperate and his first
thought was that something had happened
to the baby and she said no, no, no, that the
baby was fine, but his name
was
not.
10 hours east, her parents and those else had decided, as all but her and her
husband gathered for a holiday meal, that the
name
was
too
Jewish.
Abraham.
One of the early names of honor and
leadership was
too
Jewish. As it turned out, they resorted to calling him
“Rusty,” but his father thought “Fuck that,” and
did the only thing he could think of: purchased a “My Name is Abraham”
t-shirt, rather, had it made, for none were currently
available, and
he dressed the boy for
the next visit.
Too Jewish.
Imagine
that.
Abraham.
My name
is.