It’s May. The grunions are running and so are the members of Occupy L.A. They wriggle up from the cold and dark, plant their tushies on the warm ground and squirm about frantically, desperate to get something accomplished, until a massive tide sweeps them away.
" . . . Some people might think that you would never find a Jewish symbol on The Journal cover on a Jewish holiday, but they would be wrong . . . "