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Delicious to bless them. I always thought that. I’ve never tired of it. Starting the following week I would do Hersh’s blessing with my arms extended south from our porch. My fingers spread in starfish desperation. And I would scream like I was being murdered. Because I was. I would screech and wail out the words of the blessing. At the end I would howl as loud as my vocal cords could stretch, “HERSH, COME HOME!”