Hello one more time before Rosh Hashana, This conversation was overheard and recorded. The transcript follows: So how’s business? Seems like at these mountain bars and restaurants’, business is brisk. Woof-woof. You don’t say. I didn’t realize you guys were that busy. What’s your position? Woof. Trainee manager. Wow! You know, where I come from, there is a high level of unemployment. You’re most fortunate. Woof-woof-woof. They say they can’t get decent help around here. No! Who would say something so cruel? Woof. Oh! Herr Smiley across the way. I think I understand—it figures. So what do you recommend I order before the next leg of our hike? Woof-woof-woof. Pig’s knuckles? That’s “big time” traif. Rather, you have it as my treat. Woof. Okay, I’ll send the sow across—but be gentle. (Manager to himself--'I think that was a Yiddishe Meidel') Woof I should take a look at the goats at the mountain top, you suggest? Woof-woof Picketing goats? I gotta see this. Woof They...