During my visit to a refugee camp in Macedonia with a group of 16 American Jews last week, a waif-like girl wearing a dusty black-and-red parka stood on her toes to peer into my notebook.
Ann Terrick, the rabbi's secretary, said that her boss wasn't taking calls but that she would dial him anyway. It's been a little more than two months since Rabbi Isaiah Zeldin, 77, was felled by a mild heart attack, but his voice booms through the receiver as he picks up the phone. He sounds as robust as he did 30 years ago, when he went to the mountain and built one of the country's landmark temples, Stephen S. Wise.
What's the biggest problem facing today's high school graduate? Separating fantasy from reality. And television is the culprit.