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Max

David Evanier

A combination of old time Socialist, well-read scholar, lover of Yiddishkeit and Hollywood hurly-burly carnival pitchman.

In life, we aim for the Big Moments, the extremes, the pinnacles and valleys that define life's contours. "The Moments Between" tells instead of the unsung and small, those experiences that somehow resonate and linger, the questions that are hard to answer, that nag in the small hours of the night. All drawn from life, the stories stand alone or together, an entirely subjective record of one life's accidental illuminations.

Previous installment: Your Shotgun is my Subway

When I came to Hollywood in 1993, among the characters I met were prodigious old New York Jews who seemed to have been shipped fresh to California like onion bagels or seeded bialys from the old Jewish Daily Forward building and the Seward Park Library on East Broadway, from the immigrant classes at Cooper Union, from