On the first night of Hanukkah, there was a knock on my front door, which I didn’t open. When I inquired who it was, a small voice asked, “Are you

A Stranger at the Door

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On the first night of Hanukkah, there was a knock on my front door, which I didn’t open. When I inquired who it was, a small voice asked, “Are you Jewish?”

When the voice claimed to be with the Chabad, I retorted, “I don’t care who you are — that’s an inappropriate question,” and promptly called security.

Moments later I heard our guard very politely explain to the man from Chabad that he was trespassing and couldn’t go around knocking on doors asking about religious affiliations. He would have to leave the premises at once.

My husband, Les, and I were married on a Dec. 21, during our Christmas break from our college studies. We spent our “honeymoon” in Manhattan, staying at the Hotel Edison on West 47th Street.

Recently, among the items in a box of memorabilia, I found the original hotel receipts, a matchbook cover and ticket stubs for two Broadway shows.

It would be fun to celebrate our 64th anniversary this December in the Big Apple. I wonder if the management would be kind enough to invite us to once again stay in Room 805, at the same rate of $7.00, plus 35 cents room tax?