In another way, as you age you necessarily outlast some things. You out-survive them. I feel old when I outlast businesses and institutions. I become uncomfortable when I pass by "stuff that's gone", like White Swan Park. I don't grieve their demise for their own sakes, I grieve their ending because it's a loss for me and also because it reminds me of my own mortality.

I had that selfish, egocentric grieving feeling today when I learned that Kazansky's Deli had gone mechuleh, gone forever, and even worse it closed last May and I didn't even know about it till now.
We had a relationship. We'd been a regular thing once but with kids and jobs we'd moved apart, seeing each other only a couple of times a year. But there was still something there. At least I thought so. This could be the sort of moment John Donne wrote about.
At the end of the day, Kazansky's is closed and my comforts are diminished, and now I need to find a good kosher place for periodic noshing. I have needs. I need a legit Reuben, a knish, borscht, and red cabbage soup. And if I could find a good egg cream, would that be too much to ask for?
I grieve the loss of Kazansky's. Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for me.
1 comments:
I've been going there for 50 years..obviously under the past names at that location...and now I don't know where to go. Are there other kosher deli's around?
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