On a frosty December evening a few years ago, I stood on Pennsylvania Avenue gazing for my first time at the seat of the American Presidency. It was Chanukah, and my friend Shmuley and I were in Washington, interning at American Friends of Lubavitch, sponsors of the monumental National Menorah on the Ellipse.
Op-Ed: An American Chanukah
On a frosty December evening a few years ago, I stood on Pennsylvania Avenue gazing for my first time at the seat of the American Presidency. It was Chanukah, and my friend Shmuley and I were in Washington, interning at American Friends of Lubavitch, sponsors of the monumental National Menorah on the Ellipse.