OPERATION NORTH: Truthseekers

"What made you think of me?," Charles asked.
"I'd like to see you again, too," Danny enthused. "Compare notes of what's happened over the years, see where we've been."
"When are you having this?"
"Two Saturdays from now. At 4 pm at Julie Dehovitz and Michael Braun's house on Jordan Avenue."
"Oh God, I haven't seen him in years. Jesus. Michael...we used to be buddies in high school. That'd be wild!!!! To see them both and married. Julie, isn't she a doctor? I think I heard..."
"Yes, she practices medicine and she is raising a family."
"What is Michael doing?"
"He's a broker, with Peat, Marwich and Mitchell."
"Who else is coming?"
"Well, there's a guy, a friend of my family's who's name is Andy. He grew up in Washington but came here to go to Stanford to do graduate work."
"Great. Is he Jewish?"
"Yes."
Charles queried Danny, "Since when are you so interested in Judaism? I don't remember..."
"Well, I'm not observant or anything. Let me tell you in two weeks."
"O.K. Who else have you invited?"
"A good friend who's studying to be a rabbi, my oldest friend. You may know him, Eric Wagerman."
"Nope, name's not familiar."
"You'll recognize him when you see him. And Peter Schlossberg's coming."
"Yeah, Peter!!! We used to play basketball. haven't seen him...shit...in too long. That'd be great!"
"And Jennifer Rosen will be there."
"I remember her. She was a pot head."
"Well, she's in business now. She said she wanted to see you."

OPERATION NORTH: Truthseekers

OPERATION NORTH: Truthseekers (Part Two)

Ever since Oliver North's acquital in his Washington trial, a small group of disaffected yuppies, men and women who received their MBA's and law degrees, who apprenticed to judges, became doctors and served the public sector, joined together to take justice into their own hands.

Charles did not initiate the group. He was a Stanford grad, happily applying his education to selling rock memorabilia to Bay Area concertgoers. He knew his contribution to society was minimal, but he was comfortable and secure. He had no reason to take risks or disrupt his lifestyle.

Until a phone call from an acquaintance, a Harvard graduate who had been living in Washington, D.C.. Danny was discreetly seeking out jewish people who would form the core of this quest for justice. Danny called Charles on a Saturday afternoon and found him at home, relaxed.

"Charles, this is Danny Levin...you may not remember me...I was a year behind you at Temple Emanuel. i grew up on Sacramento Street. I knew your sister, Eva."

"Yeah....yeah....I kinda recognize your voice. It's been a long time. You went to Harvard right?"

"Yes. I lived in Boston for three years."

"Sounds great. What are you doing now?"

"I'm working in Washington D.C.."

"Are you calling from there?"

"No, I'm here in SF now."

"So, what's up?"

"I'm inviting you to come to a reunion of sorts, of professionals from the Jewish community in San Francisco."

"What for?"

"Get together with old friends, meet new ones."

"Socially, or....?"

"Yes, and professional...it's not a matchmaking thing." Danny understood that unmarried people were wary of singles gatherings.

"Oh, good...I was afraid you were talking about people with name tags...I don't need that. I've been to mixers. They stink."

"Yes, Charles," Danny reassured him. "I just decided to bring together a small group of people who basically knew each other already and get them reacquainted. Ten to fifteen people. It'll be great."

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