The candle that wouldn't light
It's Wednesday 7:00 p.m. the fourth night of Chanukah. After lighting the Menorah and having some latkes with the family, it was time to pack up and head out. The weather was really bad. It was snowing, the roads were covered in ice, and the winds made it almost impossible to see. But I really didn't want to miss this appointment, because I knew there wouldn't be another opportunity.
So I got into my car a little bit early and headed to the Air Force Base. I took a right and passed the sign that said Federal prison camp Duluth Minnesota, and buzzed the intercom. "Hi it's Rabbi Ross, I'm here for the Jewish service." After being buzzed through I went to the command center, signed in, and headed to the chapel. "Hey it's nice to see you!" I said to Joe (not his real name), "Happy Chanukah!"