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	<title>Comments on: Walking in Brooklyn</title>
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		<title>By: Graham Combs</title>
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		<dc:creator>Graham Combs</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I lived in Park Slope for several years in the early 1980s.   On the way to pick up the Saturday morning paper I was stopped as I passed by a large synagogue. The man needed me to turn on the lights which I was happy to do.  It wasn&#039;t until the next week that I mentioned it to my friend Bernstein who explained what I had done.    It seemed at the time the neighborhood had either synagogues or Episcopal churches (I occasionally attended one that served primarily the Caribbean population --one of the few white worshipers).   If that happened today -- unlikely in the hyper-secular northern suburbs of Detroit -- I think I would have expressed more gratitude for being the shabbos goy.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I lived in Park Slope for several years in the early 1980s.   On the way to pick up the Saturday morning paper I was stopped as I passed by a large synagogue. The man needed me to turn on the lights which I was happy to do.  It wasn&#8217;t until the next week that I mentioned it to my friend Bernstein who explained what I had done.    It seemed at the time the neighborhood had either synagogues or Episcopal churches (I occasionally attended one that served primarily the Caribbean population &#8211;one of the few white worshipers).   If that happened today &#8212; unlikely in the hyper-secular northern suburbs of Detroit &#8212; I think I would have expressed more gratitude for being the shabbos goy.</p>
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