The Cockamamy World Of A. Yold

I first met A. Yold in the dumps. I was down there forawell, thatas for another time. Two guys meet in the dumps, theyare Canadian, they talk Itas a national characteristic. aStrangers in the night?a Not if theyare one of us. Now I am one kind of Canadian; Yold is his kind. Anyway, thinking seasonally, I said, aAre you having a happy Easter?a aEaster-shmeester, a he said. aIam a Jew.a It was the start of our friendship. It felt funny addressing him as aAa all the time, but he wouldnat tell me what name the initial stood for. All head say was, aSo you should hear it from me; my mother is unorthodox.a And after a pause, while I couldnat think of a thing to say, he lowered his head and smiled. aSheas the original Hadassa bizarre.a And I was in loveado not infer.