Dovid Greenwald

Sugihara and his wife stayed up all day and night writing visas for the desperate Jews.

The people of Israel were dying of dehydration. But where would they find water in the barren and arid desert?

In the spring and summer of 1968, an influx of hippies descended on Boston’s most famous public park, the Common, setting up mini-farms and tent colonies throughout the 50-acre park.

I was about to board the train, a middle-aged man exited the train and immediately approached me. “I’m a Jew,” he said.