Let me introduce you to my son, Sam. I just met him myself early Wednesday morning.
This is a picture of him two or three minutes after he was born but, as you can probably tell, before I told him that the Democrats had won the election.
His full name is Samuel Allon Marshall. We gave him the middle name Allon after my father, Alan, who died unexpectedly in August. The name means ‘Oak’ in Hebrew. And it was also the name of Yigal Allon, after whom he is also named, who was one of the founders of and later the commander of the Palmach, the elite commando unit of the Haganah, the predecessor of the IDF.
I introduced him to his mother, Millet.
And then I sat with him and told him about his grandfather while his mother finished up in surgery. He weighed in at an unexpectedly large 9 lbs. I remember hearing the nurse gasp when they first held him up.
He sleeps a lot. And eats.
To me he looks like a grumbly middle-aged man. But the doctors and nurses at the hospital keep saying how much he looks like me. So he’s given me a lot to think about.
