I knew it was going to be a long week. The Passover this year promised to be one of the busiest I’d ever seen. I didn’t know why it was so busy, but I had a good idea.
There was this new popular Rabbi from Nazareth, wherever that is, who was causing this big stir in town. I think his name was Jesse, or Chesku, or Jesus, or Jacky, or something like that. Whatever it was, he was causing a ruckus. But this was my kind of ruckus. People were coming from all over for the Passover, but they were also coming to see him. That meant more business for me! Continue reading The Baker