My mother weighs in on the post about my search for the kid I gave half my Bar Mitzvah money to…
“Actually, Ross, I don’t think Bolislav has any idea who you are or what you did. The Russians intercepted your letters, and he never received anything. It was all in vain. Like his name. You like that rhyme?
“Don’t you remember we put special stamps on it? They were supposed to tell us when he got the money. We got the return-receipt back, but he hadn’t signed it.
“The Russians took your money, Ross.”
I love my mom.