When I look at the photo of myself opening the box of the first editions of Jewish Luck: A True Story of Friendship, Deception and Risky Business, I remember the feeling of complete and total joy. The book was finished, the cover looked good, it was real. As a realist, I assumed the joy would diminish as the calendar progressed from Oct. 2013 to Nov. to Dec. While it’s true that the initial euphoria has dissipated, I feel so energized every time a reader talks to me about a topic raised in the book. We have had the privilege of speaking to numerous book groups and I thank each and every one of them for inviting us and sharing their impressions. Writing is a solo (or in our case a dual) activity. We are not just writing for ourselves, for Vera and Alla, and for their families, but also for all the people who open the cover and are looking for a story...



