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September 27, 2012 - Image 34

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The Detroit Jewish News, 2012-09-27

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COUTURE BRIDAL TRUNK SHOW

COMMUNITY

OCTOBER 25TH - 26TH - 27TH

JEWFRO

The Things
They Hoarded

By Ben Falik

he only things in life more
stressful than moving are —
in ascending order — illness,
divorce, death and helping your
parents move hastily out of your
childhood home. So, while I em-
pathize with my mom and dad,
who are neither ill nor divorced nor
dead, I have them to thank for the
genetic combination of spontaneity
and sentimentality that made their
recent move so sanity sucking.
We moved to Harvest Lane when I
was 12. Moving in was like going to
camp, largely because I was away at
camp for the bulk of it, followed by
a few Coke-addled nights of eating
carryout at a card table. My am-
bivalence about the place is no less
adolescent now than it was then.
The pond had no name and the bus
had no kids on it. I dubbed it Ben
Lake and rode my bike to school,
but the neighborhood always felt
like anything but. Upon our depar-
ture, there were the few farewells
but prodigious picking of the pile at
the curb. And yet our lawn hosted
some of the greatest gatherings —
senior class sleep-out, high school
graduation party, wedding brunch
— each slightly less debauched
than the last.
The house is gone but the stuff
lugs on. Here are just some of the
things I couldn't bring myself to part
with but wasn't especially eager to
sort, schlep and store:

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I have no recollection of capsuling
anything ever. Can't shake a sneak-
ing suspicion that the hulking Rub-
bermaid container in the attic was
a near-decade-old attempt to avoid
cleaning my room. But the note says
not to open it until 2014, so time
will tell.

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I saved these in a small bag. Why?
I did not then nor do I now have
wisdom to spare. Further, the fairy-
friendly anticipation of losing my
baby teeth years earlier was always
dampened by their diminutive
size. Wisdom teeth are big. Perhaps
someday I'll fashion them into dice.
Or new teeth.



Wetall

Oft

BEN BEAR.

My parents interpreted the epony-
mous stuffed animal as an early
sign of my healthy self-esteem. I
just thought it was a nice name for
a bear. My son is more into his se-
curity blanket, which he's given the
doubly narcissistic name "me-me:'

TM'.

An inspirational Jewish News ad
for the third installment of the
Teen Mission featuring a picture of
me ensconced in the second (see
above). I haven't been back to Israel
since but clearly deserve credit for
most everyone who has.

MINOR MOTION PICTURES.

During junior and senior year of
high school, my friends and I used
all the time we saved by not being
popular to make two feature-length
movies. If memory serves (possi-
bly by helping me misremember),
Incarnate and Transgression each
opened to sold-out crowds in the
Andover theater. Writer-Director-
Cameraman-Craft-Services Ben
Ketai is making a name for himself
in Hollywood — his new show
Chosen is a mystery-thriller on
Sony's crackle.com — so I'm hang-
ing on to all my script drafts, posters
and compromising pictures.

AMAZING TECHNICOLOR
HAMMOCK.

I picked this up for pesos on the
dollar during our lone trip to San
Salvador during a week in the
remote village of Ciudad Romero
with American Jewish World Service.
In spite of my fondness for lying,
swaying and netting, I have yet to
ham it up.

GRANDPA'S ARMY COAT.

This souvenir is less about the Great-
est Generation than the guy who
taught me how to play cards and
had to go outside to smoke. By then
he was a grandfatherly shape —
years after his muscle-toned tenure
as a welding teacher — but the
svelte coat is a reminder of the boy
he was when he single-handedly
defeated fascism.

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