No, really. I was at the mall today, and they started playing the chicken dance, and the tears started rolling down my face.
I was thirteen when Steven Orne and I danced to the chicken dance on a Sunday sometime around Yom Haatzmaut 1991. Israel was 43.
I was still thirteen the following January, when Stephen died of complication of hemophilia. I always remember dancing the chicken dance with him, and I always cry when I hear it.
For some reason, "Yesh lanu tayish," which we're dancing in this picture, doesn't make me cry as badly. Yehi Zichro Baruch
4 comments:
Yes, I remember. I understand. He died much too young.
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Wow. Baruch Dayan Emet.
It must be so wierd to cry at a song that makes everyone else laugh.
RivkA: yeah - it's kinda surreal.
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