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<blockquote data-quote="DaveB" data-source="post: 4283047" data-attributes="member: 5958"><p><strong>Re: Picked up a P/T job</strong></p><p></p><p>A brief story about a Butcher, Mr. Stinovitz. </p><p></p><p>I grew up in Miami Fl and in a strip shopping center on NW 183rd and 7th ave was a Kosher butcher shop. I went in to ask for scraps for bait, i was just turned 13 and was barefoot, no shirt, had a metal bucket with me. </p><p></p><p>I was asked to step outside and the Butcher came out after a few minutes and told me to ride my bike around to the back of the store. So, I did and when I got there the Butcher was waiting. He asked me my name, where did I live, was I a member of a temple (Beth something), did I go to church, what religion, was my Mom married to my Dad, all in a very pleasant and conversational tone like he just wanted to know me. He asked if I knew any Jewish people and of course, I knew the twin Hassidic Boys from down on the corner and this Butcher knew that family. So after he was convinced I wasn't going to eat the scraps, he gave me some. Invited me to come by any time when I had shirt and shoes and he gave me a yarmulke only he didn't call it that and said to please wear it when entering his store. </p><p></p><p>I got scraps from that butcher for years. I went to his store when the 6-day war started, it was closed no signs nothing. When he re-opened he told me everyone was at Temple praying for victory. When I got drafted I went to the shop but it was gone, closed up.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DaveB, post: 4283047, member: 5958"] [b]Re: Picked up a P/T job[/b] A brief story about a Butcher, Mr. Stinovitz. I grew up in Miami Fl and in a strip shopping center on NW 183rd and 7th ave was a Kosher butcher shop. I went in to ask for scraps for bait, i was just turned 13 and was barefoot, no shirt, had a metal bucket with me. I was asked to step outside and the Butcher came out after a few minutes and told me to ride my bike around to the back of the store. So, I did and when I got there the Butcher was waiting. He asked me my name, where did I live, was I a member of a temple (Beth something), did I go to church, what religion, was my Mom married to my Dad, all in a very pleasant and conversational tone like he just wanted to know me. He asked if I knew any Jewish people and of course, I knew the twin Hassidic Boys from down on the corner and this Butcher knew that family. So after he was convinced I wasn't going to eat the scraps, he gave me some. Invited me to come by any time when I had shirt and shoes and he gave me a yarmulke only he didn't call it that and said to please wear it when entering his store. I got scraps from that butcher for years. I went to his store when the 6-day war started, it was closed no signs nothing. When he re-opened he told me everyone was at Temple praying for victory. When I got drafted I went to the shop but it was gone, closed up. [/QUOTE]
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