My Grandfather, Frank Ginsberg, tells the greatest stories and jokes you’ve ever heard. His favorite story to tell goes back to the Great Depression; a time when suffering families used old newspapers as insulation for their ever-deteriorating homes.
As the tale goes, one day, my then-young Grandpa Frank stumbled upon a profound clipping crunched behind the walls of his house. He asked his father (my great-grandfather) to read it to him.
The poem was called “Food for Thought,” and it became a Ginsberg family heirloom for generations to come.
Listen to the poem here.
LET ME ASK YA THIS…
What’s your food for thought?
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