You and I don't really get each other very much, I admit it.
I don't get why people tell me I should want to move there.
You don't get why Portland is my Jerusalem.
I don't get how you can be simultaneously so loving towards certain Members Of the Tribe and so awful towards, well, a whole lot of everyone else (see: women, people of color, Palestinians).
You don't get why I think it's possible to be dynamically and fully Jewish wherever you are -- and with whomever you love.
And yet, when I hear your name I still stop for the tiniest moment and listen.
I wonder about what it means to be connected to a place so far away, and to Jews whose temperament is so different from mine. (You're not the first to tell me I'm too nice or too polite.)
Look, I'm super-broke and probably always will be; so it's highly unlikely I'll ever be able to go and meet you in person.
So let's agree to try and understand each other and respect each other a whole lot more from afar.
Can we work on that, you and me?
I'm willing to keep wrestling.
Happy 70th birthday. May you have many more in good health.
I hope and pray that someday soon you'll know real, lasting peace.
Thanks for being here -- Beth