Sigh... oh, please..

Don't just generalize. You'll start to sound like a BLM member.

My first love in preschool was a little Jewish girl who called her grandmother Monga. I was 4 and she was 3, so it was a big age gap that we managed to overcome over 2 or 3 years. No joke.

She was probably the sweetest girl I've ever known, with big bright honest eyes that matched her smile and big loving heart. And our mothers connected through our loving and loyal relationship.

I got angry with her once, and tore the speedometer sticker off her Bigwheel (bitch totally deserved it, though I don't remember why), and I made her cry. I later apologized to her in tears and we soon made up and became closer than ever.

I don't know what became of Lorie, but I hope she is doing well. I've dated other non-denominational Lorie's over the years, but was too stupid to realize that their loving, easy-going, happy-go-lucky temperament meant that they were probably total keepers who'd stick by me over the long haul. They become ever more rare finds today, don't they.

Sorry, I got off track. What were you saying about "The Jews"?