I met Jill in the Fall of ’68 at a barn party in Sidney, Nebraska. She was attractive, clever, witty and Jewish. And like me, she lived in Denver at the time. I was in Munitions School at Lowry AFB, and she was in college.
We began dating and one night her father took us to dinner at “The Top of the Rockies,” a very nice restaurant at the time in Denver. So nice I broke out my J.C. Penney’s blue blazer for the occasion.
I felt very comfortable with her father, and we had a great dinner. As the evening went along the subject of ‘kosher’ came up. Now, I had no idea in hell what ‘kosher’ was, so I asked him.
He was very gracious with his explanation. Keeping it simple for this Gentile, he explained that it had to do with “how” the animal was killed for processing. I thought for a minute, then just had to ask, “How do you kill a pickle?”
Jill just rolled her eyes, and her father chuckled – it was a funny question, not meant in any disrespect…