"Jewish mothers, everywhere, fear that one day their children, now fully grown, will come home and complain, 'Why didn't you tell me that there were 613 commandments?! Yesterday you just ate a double-decker bacon sandwich. You must have broken 38 different commandments." Lisa smiled and looked at Jerome curiously. Jerome noticed that look and immediately looked away. He blushed slightly and bit his lip. Lisa turned to me, and I understood the awkward moment between the two of us so I shared an understanding, sympathetic smile with her. Afraid that the two of them would die from embarrassment, I sat up straight, put on a serious face and said, "Josephus is Jewish, right?" I knew he was Jewish, but at that time, I couldn't think of anything else. "That's right. His Jewish name is Yosef Ben- Mathias. Do you know the origin of the Hebrew word 'custom'?" "You mean the word masoret with the roots msr?" I answer. 'The word actually comes from the Arcadian word musru which means to grasp something firmly and release it. In other words, transmitting the past to future generations, that is the basic foundation for freedom."