When I talk about the religious attitude of my family, people like to say words about Jewish self-hatred. But there was none of that. There was no wish not to be Jewish. There was no desire to pretend we were something else. In fact, along with his opposition to religion, my father had biblical feeling and knowledge which he shared with me. And this was true to such a degree that I just grew up liking things Jewish, kind of pleased with myself for having had the sense to be born into this family instead of some other. When I left home and lived in the Midwest, it would be one of the first things I would tell people, really-at least in the beginning.