It’s summer, and most retired people are kvetching about the heat, wondering what’s for dinner or discussing barium enemas. But only one person I know manages to do all three while performing surgery under dire conditions in Africa: My indefatigable … Continue reading
You might infer that it’s really lovely in Sumbawanga this time of year because my dad keep going back. But after listening to his tales about giant bugs and airless hotel rooms, somehow, I don’t think he’s there for the … Continue reading
My dad, Dr. Skip, has been been doing a far better job of updating his blog than I have. Of course, if I had huge kidney tumors and witch violence to write about, I might be more garrulous. Please, read … Continue reading
Oh, you know, just one more end-of-the-year list to add to the bloggysphere. While Yentaland did not involve any freed Israeli soldiers or major disasters, there were a few milestones worth noting. Here are the top stories of 2011 in … Continue reading
Last post I had to get all furtive about why I’ve been a slow Yenta because there was a VERY BIG SECRET at stake. You should know by now that beguilement is NOT my strong suit (unlike loquaciousness, kvetching and … Continue reading
In honor of my dad, Dr. Skip, and my Brother the Doctor arriving home from Tanzania safe and sound, I’m posting this vid of Slovenian a cappella jazz choir Perpetuum Jazzile performing this incredible rendition of Toto’s 1982 hit “Africa” … Continue reading
So my dad, Dr. Skip Feinstein, is back in Sumbawanga again, which may sound like a Tijuana strip joint but is actually a city in western Tanzania that deeply appreciates medical professionals who would rather spend their retirements volunteering their … Continue reading
Sorry, you’ll have to wait until after tonight’s megillah reading to see how gorgeous El Yenta Man looks dressed as Queen Vashti, but here’s a coupla items to tide you over: My dad, Dr. Skip Feinstein, has thus far utilized … Continue reading
God bless them, my parents have taken the “tire” out of “retirement” and thrown it off a bridge somewhere. I’ve kvelled continously over my mother’s literary accomplishments and generosity over the years (The Most Energetic Woman Alive just passed through … Continue reading
My dad returned safe and reasonably sound from earthquake-shattered Pakistan earlier this year after volunteering his surgical skills at a Christian hospital. He’s published an account of his experiences in this week’s Jewish News of Greater Phoenix that’s waaay more … Continue reading