Wow, two Danas who grew up in south Florida going to the rascal house?? What are the odds of this?

And I love the points you’ve made here. When composing this, I’d actually started a whole section about how these elderly Jewish folks had either escaped nazi Germany or had relatives who’d suffered/been killed there and how their south Florida poolside retirements meant so much more than freedom from work—it was a form of victory to be free and prospering after what they’d known in their lifetimes.

Then I thought no, I get weary about every story about Jewish people needing to drag in the horrors of the holocaust. I want this to be a happy, simple story about my family of origin memories. 😊