What blew me away about the synagogue wasn't the painting on the wall of the old Moroccan rebbe Meier Baal Ness, which I had never seen anywhere else -- not even in Sephardic synagogues -- and which brought back memories of going on pilgrimages with my family as a child in Morocco.
Three Jews are in a room screaming at one another, poking each other in the eyes, hitting each other on the head with objects ranging from frying pans to anvils. It's either a meeting of the synagogue's board of trustees or a Three Stooges film festival. Fortunately, this time, it's the latter, a quick but lethal -- and lethally funny -- display of Stoogehood by the American Cinematheque as part of its year-end festivities from Dec. 28-Dec.30.
Cantor Mark Saltzman spent Sunday, Oct. 28 wearing a smile that could solve California's energy crisis.