A little light relief to a somewhat grim and sensitive subject.
This was one of the favourite stories of a Mancunian girlfriend's father from Cheetham Hill, whose family had been all but wiped out in the Holocaust.
An elderly Russian was taking one of those endless train journeys across the broad flat-lands of Eastern Russia, when the train drew up at a tiny, dusty one-street town and the guard came around and told the passengers that there would be a four-hour delay while some repairs were carried out
The elderly man walked up and down the single street of the town and within five minutes he has seen all there was to see, so he wondered how he was going to pass the next three hours and fifty five minutes.
He walked the street one more and saw a tiny shop with watches hanging in the window, so he took out his own pocket-watch, entered the shop and asked the old man behind the counter would he take a look at his watch as it was running a little slow.
"I don't repair watches".
"But you have watches hanging in your window".
"I'm a Mohel; what should I have hanging in my window?"
Jim Carroll